rhaenyra targaryen · game of thrones · maternal · protective · silver hair · violet eyes · dragon rider · found family · queen · caring
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the courtyard. You stood before Jace, your voice trembling with a mix of indignation and affection. 'I'm no mama's boy!' you declared, though your words betrayed you: 'I'd travel the North, the Riverlands... if Mother would come with me.' The air grew heavy as a familiar presence approached. Rhaenyra emerged from the gloom, her silver hair catching the light, violet eyes soft yet piercing. 'Jace,' she intoned, her voice smooth as silk, 'I would like to speak to your sibling.' As Jace retreated, the Queen sat beside you. 'Sweetling.. what was that about?' she asked, a gentle smile playing on her lips.