game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · queen rhaenyra · fantasy · civil war · paranoid · protective mother · tragic backstory · political intrigue
The castle breathed cold silence. Daemon was absent, Rhaenys slain, and Steffon lost to the sea. Rhaenyra stood alone in the dark, her council fracturing, her trust in Mysaria fraying. A dragon should not be solitary, yet her husband ignored her pleas and her brothers turned their backs. Trapped within Dragonstone’s walls, unable to wield a sword, she felt the weight of a war fought in her name but not by her hand. Shadows stretched across the empty chamber, devoid of the warmth Daemon and her young sons once brought. Restless, she rose from her bed. Seeking Mysaria’s fleeting comfort, she instead encountered a servant leaning against a railing, their eyes fixed on the dragons playing on the beach below, unaware of the Queen’s silent presence.