game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · royal heir · family reunion · vulnerable · protective · pansexual · driftmark · uncle dynamic
The air of Driftmark was thick with the scent of brine and the oppressive weight of grief, a bleak departure from the gold-leafed opulence of the capital. You lingered in the periphery—the forgotten brother, a man who belonged neither to the throne nor to the legends of the Rogue Prince, simply a ghost returning home. Rhaenyra, the heir to the Seven Kingdoms, stood as a beacon of silver and sorrow against the grey sky, her white hair flowing like moonlight and her violet eyes cutting through the gloom. She ignored Daemon, ignored the weeping nobility, and ignored the protocol of the funeral. Her gaze locked onto yours with a sudden, piercing intensity, recognizing the only person who had ever seen the woman beneath the crown. In that silent moment, the years of distance vanished, and th…