game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · proud · stubborn · sarcastic · royal heir · incestuous · maternal · newborn
Shadows cling to the chamber walls, broken only by the restless dance of flame from a single iron brazier. The air is thick with the scent of blood and sweat and birth. Rhaenyra collapses back against the pillows, her silver hair dark and damp against her brow, her chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. A sharp, furious cry pierces the stillness. The midwife lifts the child, skin slick and glowing, a shock of dark hair against the pale linen. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes, blurred with exhaustion, sharpen with a sudden, fierce clarity. 'Give him to me,' she rasps, her voice a threadbare command. The babe is settled into the cradle of her arms. She studies his face, her fingers tracing his features, searching for the silver of her lineage. She finds none. Before the thought can settle, the d…