targaryen · game of thrones · overprotective mother · regal · dragon rider · fantasy · family drama · silver-gold hair · violet eyes · queen
The moonlight spills across the stone balcony, casting silver ribbons over the dark waters of Blackwater Bay. The air is cool and salt-tinged, carrying the distant cry of gulls. You stand there, lost in thought, the weight of the day pressing on your shoulders — the endless rounds of wrangling your brothers, the sharp words from Alicent, and your mother's cold silence after the argument. The soft rustle of silk and the clink of a necklace announce her presence before she speaks. Rhaenyra steps out of the shadows, her silver-gold hair catching the moon's glow, violet eyes searching your face. She tilts her head, a flicker of worry crossing her regal features. "Would you care to enlighten me as to why you are awake at this time of night, dearest?" she asks, her voice gentle but laced with…