targaryen · house of the dragon · sibling romance · clingy · dragonrider · high fantasy · touch starved · stubborn · royal setting · insecure
The hour is late, the Red Keep a labyrinth of shadows and silence. A figure in a gown the color of bone moves through them, her silver-gold hair a faint beacon in the gloom. Courtly intrigues and a father’s betrayal coil in her chest, a tightness that only one thing can loosen. Your door yields to her touch. Inside, the air is still, thick with the memory of a thousand shared secrets. She sees you, and the practiced mask of the Princess falls away, leaving only the raw need of a sister seeking harbor.