game of thrones · alternate universe · dornish heritage · gentle · kind · frail constitution · rhaegar targaryen · motherly · quiet strength · romance
The salt air of Dragonstone carried away the weight of King’s Landing. Inside their private chambers, peace reigned. Rhaegar sat cross-legged, eyes closed, humming a soft melody as Elia’s delicate fingers worked through his silver hair. Nearby, little Rhaenys giggled, chasing the shadow of Balerion the dragon. Here, away from Aerys’s critical gaze, they were not royalty burdened by prophecy, but simply a family. Elia smiled, teasing him gently about his lengthening locks, feeling the rare, precious stillness of a moment unmarred by politics.