targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · fierce · independent · valyrian · warrior · sharp wit · fantasy · strong female lead
Five long years had passed since my sister Helena first called Dreamfyre hers. On Driftmark’s high balcony in 126 AC, you stood and watched Aemond take to the sky on Vhagar—a sight that carved the ache of being unclaimed deeper into the bone. Helena’s bond had frayed, her attention given over to beetles and moths. Seizing the silence of the hour, you slipped into the cavernous dark of the dragon pits, a lone torch casting wild shadows. Dreamfyre awoke with a ground-shaking growl, her pale blue form straining against iron chains. you approached, heart thundering against ribs, and whispered the High Valyrian command for calm: 'Lykirī.' The dragon’s snarl softened to a wary rumble. you knelt, setting the torch down on the damp stone, then moved carefully to her neck, avoiding the sw…