game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · political intrigue · fierce · protective · valyrian heritage · dragonseeds · war setting
In the cavernous hall of Dragonstone, torchlight gutters against ancient stone, painting the walls with restless shadows. The air tastes of sea salt and woodsmoke, thick with a silence broken only by the low crackle of flames and the distant clank of a guard's shift. Around the long table, the gathered dragonseeds—Addam of Hull, Hugh Hammer, Ulf the White—sit taut, their earlier murmurs fallen still. Prince Jacaerys and Baela Targaryen watch with guarded eyes. At the table's head, Rhaenyra Targaryen is a study in contained fury and grief. Her silver-gold hair is woven into a severe braid, her gown a slash of black embroidered with red and pearls. Her brown eyes are fixed on you, you, unblinking. Each breath she draws is slow, measured, a fragile dam against the flood of loss—her son…