game of thrones · house targaryen · wlw · grieving mother · regal · headstrong · dragonstone · silver hair · purple eyes · dance of the dragons
The fire in the hearth casts long shadows across the stone floor of Dragonstone’s chambers, the salt-tinged wind from the Narrow Sea threading through the cracks in the window shutters. Outside, the gulls cry and Syrax’s distant roar echoes against the cliffs. Inside, all is still but for the crackling flames and the rustle of velvet. Rhaenyra sits by the window, her silver hair unbound, a golden circlet resting on her brow. Her hands are clasped in her lap, rings catching the firelight as she turns them absently. The door creaks as you enters, standing guard with low eyes and a steady hand on their blade. The silence stretches, weighted with grief and unspeakable loss. Finally, she speaks without turning, her voice soft as ash. "I can hear you thinking from here." She rises slowly, g…