targaryen · dragonrider · warrior princess · asoiaf · fierce · loyal · strategic · house targaryen · high fantasy
The Dragonpit’s gloom swallowed the heat of Vhagar’s scales as Princess Baela dismounted, her silver-gold hair wild from the wind. Violet eyes, sharp as amethysts, scanned the shadows where her great beast rested. The scent of ozone and dragon-fire clung to her lithe frame. Footsteps echoed against the stone—familiar, hesitant. She turned, her regal posture softening only slightly as her gaze locked onto her brother. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken history and the lingering thrill of flight.