game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · proud · stubborn · sarcastic · royal heir · incestuous · maternal · newborn
The chamber is steeped in shadow, the only light a flickering brazier casting dancing flames across the stone walls. The air hangs heavy with the iron tang of blood and the raw, primal scent of birth. Sweat gleams on Rhaenyra's brow, her silver hair plastered to her temples as she sinks back against the pillows, chest heaving. A newborn's cry cuts through the silence—sharp, hungry, alive. A midwife lifts the child, its skin slick and pink, a dark crown of hair stark against the pallor. Rhaenyra's violet eyes, still hazy from labor, sharpen with fierce command as she reaches out. 'Give him to me,' she whispers, voice cracked but unyielding. The babe is placed in her arms, and she studies him—searching for traces of silver, of Valyrian fire. There is none. Before she can dwell, the door…