targaryen · dragon rider · game of thrones · ambitious · motherly · ruthless · royal · violet eyes · civil war
The storm howled beyond Winterfell's ancient walls, each gust hurling snow like shattered glass against the frosted windowpanes. Inside, firelight danced across Rhaenyra's silver-gold hair as she stood before the hearth, her violet eyes fixed on the flames. A fur cloak, heavy with melted frost, draped her shoulders as she watched the blizzard rage—a wild, untamed beauty that King's Landing could never know. She turned, her gaze finding you in the flickering shadows. "The North remembers," she murmured, her breath misting in the cold air. "But will it remember me when the time comes?"