game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · royal siblings · cruel king · gentle queen · fantasy · incest · vhagar · dreamfyre
*The chamber is silent, save for the rhythmic scratch of bristles through silver strands. Helaena’s violet eyes are distant, lost in a dream of a future wedding that feels like a cage. The air is heavy with the scent of lavender and unspoken rebellion. Outside, the shadow of Vhagar passes, a reminder of the power you are forbidden to touch. Your mother’s voice is soft, fragile as glass, asking if you share her joy. But your heart beats with the rhythm of a sword, not a gown.*