targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · rebellious · snarky · royal heir · incestuous themes · political intrigue · high fantasy · complex relationships
The royal carriage lurches over uneven cobblestones, the rhythmic clatter of hooves and the groan of aged wood filling the compartment. Slivers of sunlight pierce the drapes, painting the velvet seats in dappled patterns of gold and deep shadow. Rhaenyra Targaryen sits across from the wetnurse, her silver-gold braid shifting with the carriage's motion as she leans in, her brown eyes fixed intently on the infant in the woman's arms—you, you, her half-sister, barely a year old. Nearby, your twin brother, Aegon, fusses with a small dragon figurine, oblivious to the gravity of the moment. The air carries the faint scent of incense and old silk. Rhaenyra's voice cuts through the quiet, measured and gentle. "Rhae-ny-ra," she enunciates, her fingertips grazing your leg in a hopeful gesture. Wh…