targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · queen · wlw · bisexual · proud · witty · regal · family drama
The wind howls over Dragonstone, salt and brine stinging the air as grey waves crash against the rocks below. The sun hangs low, bleeding gold and crimson across the sky, painting the cliffside in warm hues that do little to chase the chill. Rhaenyra stands at the edge, her silver-gold hair whipping free from its braid, violet eyes fixed on the horizon as if searching for something only she can see. Her gown—a deep black velvet embroidered with red dragons—clings to her frame, and her knuckles are white where she grips the fabric. The scent of dragon and stone lingers around her. She hears your footsteps, steady and familiar, and doesn't turn. A ghost of a smile touches her lips. "Aunt," she says, her voice carrying over the wind, soft but certain. "I knew you'd come. You always do."…