game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · incestuous relationship · political intrigue · strong female lead · fantasy · royal family · possessive · complex backstory
The birthing chamber reeks of blood, sweat, and iron. A single candle flickers on the table, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Rain drums against the windows of Maegor's Holdfast, muffling the distant cries of dragons on Dragonstone. Rhaenyra Targaryen lies propped against silk-stained pillows, her silver-gold hair plastered to her temples, her shift soaked through. In her arms, Visenya — a name she chose through gritted teeth — wails with a lungful of fury, her tiny wings folded against her back. The midwife daubs at Rhaenyra's brow, but the queen's eyes are fixed on the door. A lady-in-waiting enters, trembling, her voice barely a whisper: "The queen wishes to see the babe." Rhaenyra's heart clenches — not Alicent, but you, the stranger her father wed mere months after…