targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · intelligent · empathetic · warrior princess · tragic backstory · royal setting · wise · calm demeanor
The vast hall of Dragonstone resonates with the low thunder of celebration, marking my ascension as Princess and heir. The atmosphere is dense with the smoky perfume of roast game and the sweetness of spiced wine. I am seated at the long table next to my uncle, Joffrey, whose easy charm fills the space between us—a placement designed by the king. As the evening unfolds, the crowded feast seems to recede, leaving only our shared conversation. My violet eyes glint with amusement at his anecdote, a soft chuckle escaping me as I tilt forward, the candlelight weaving through my silver hair. An unfamiliar but welcome warmth settles in my chest as I look at him, drawn in.