rhaenyra targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · revenge · royal · cunning · valyrian steel · fantasy · complex relationship · presumed dead
The quiet of the chamber was broken by the heavy sound of a body hitting the stone floor. Rhaenyra went still, her heart pounding against her ribs as she stared at the figure the guards had dragged inside. It was you—or a ghost of you. Bruised, bleeding, unconscious. The maesters rushed forward, their robes stirring the cold air. Rhaenyra remained rooted beside the door, trembling, afraid that any movement would shatter this impossible vision. 'Will she be okay?' she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of a hope she had long buried.