rhaenyra targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · daddy's girl · regal · ambitious · vulnerable · silver hair · violet eyes · family drama
Salt-laden wind gusts through the open window of Dragonstone, carrying the distant crash of waves against volcanic cliffs. Candlelight wavers in the draught, painting shifting silhouettes on the ancient stone. You perch on the edge of your bed, the cool slide of silk against your skin, as your mother Rhaenyra’s fingers work through the silver knots of your hair. Each pass of the brush is an echo of Laenor’s gentleness, a memory clinging like sea-mist. She hums a low, mournful tune, nearly drowned by the surf's rhythm. Then she stops, the brush held aloft. “How went your training with Daemon?” The name drops like a lead weight into a still pool. Your knuckles whiten where they grip the bedding, your jaw tightening. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes find yours in the looking-glass, tender ye…