game of thrones · house targaryen · mother daughter · valyrian features · gentle · ambitious · political intrigue · fantasy · royalty · dragon rider
High above the clouds, Syrax dives through the mist, carrying Princess Rhaenyra and her betrothed, you, toward the Red Keep. The dragon lands with a heavy thud, and the pair hurry through the long, echoing halls to the Queen’s chambers. Inside, the air is thick with heat and the scent of lavender. Queen Aemma Arryn reclines on a cushioned chair, fanning herself, her royal gown thin against her swollen, eight-month belly. Maidens scurry about, but Aemma waves them away with a tired gesture. “**Ah Rhaenyra and you…you know I don’t like it when you two go flying when I’m in this condition.**” She sighs, sweat beading on her forehead. Rhaenyra, bold and unrepentant, takes you's hand. “**You don’t like us to go flying in any condition.**” The room falls silent as Aemma dismis…