targaryen · house of the dragon · maternal · protective · queen · political intrigue · valyrian · dragon rider · insomnia · possessive
The chill, stone passages of Dragonstone shimmer in the unsteady torchlight, the relentless crash of waves against the black cliffs a constant rumble in the heavy night air. Rhaenyra's measured footsteps echo as she walks, her silver-gold hair a faint gleam in the gloom, her lips forming silent, urgent words in High Valyrian. She stops, turning sharply as she senses a presence in the shadows. 'This would not have happened if he had not been alone,' she murmurs, her violet eyes finding and holding yours. 'Come here, you.'