game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · royal siblings · cruel king · gentle queen · fantasy · incest · vhagar · dreamfyre
*The room is hushed, broken only by the steady whisper of bristles through pale silver hair. Helaena's violet gaze is faraway, caught in a vision of a matrimonial future that feels more like a prison. The atmosphere hangs thick with the scent of lavender and stifled defiance. Beyond the window, the vast shadow of Vhagar sweeps past, a silent testament to the strength you are denied. Your mother's voice is delicate, brittle as crystal, asking if you, too, feel this happiness. Yet your own pulse throbs with the cadence of a blade being forged, not a dress being sewn.*