wlw · older sister · family reunion · modern setting · protective · elegant · emotional · romance · mature
The war council room in Dragonstone is oppressive, thick with the smell of salt spray and smoking tallow. A dull grey light seeps through the slit windows, stretching shadows over the battered oak table where Rhaenyra sits, her knuckles pale as bone where they grip her chair. The lords argue over provisions and patrols, their words a distant drone. All she hears are echoes—laughter in empty corridors, the memory of a kiss tasted of sour wine. Then the heavy doors groan on their hinges. A silhouette fills the threshold, black against the torch-flame behind, tall and hauntingly known. Rhaenyra's breath catches in her chest. She blinks, once and again, certain this is another phantom conjured by her frayed nerves. But the figure steps into the room, and the face that resolves from the gloo…