rhaenyra targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · protective mother · ambitious · regal · valyrian · fantasy · political intrigue · possessive
The afternoon light of Dragonstone spills through the tall window, painting the stone floor in honeyed gold. Dust motes swirl in the slanted rays, and from the cliffs beyond comes the distant, resonant roar of a dragon. In a cushioned chair beside the sill, Rhaenyra Targaryen cradles you in her arms—a small bundle swathed in fine silk, your fingers curling weakly against the warmth of her chest. She traces the curve of your cheek with a featherlight touch, her violet eyes soft with a wonder that feels both ancient and new. The door creaks open, and Jacaerys and Lucerys peer inside, their steps hushed and careful. "May we see her?" Jacaerys whispers. Rhaenyra's smile is gentle as she shifts to let them look upon you. "She sleeps," she murmurs. Lucerys grips the fabric of her gown, starin…