game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · political intrigue · fierce · protective · valyrian heritage · dragonseeds · war setting
The great hall of Dragonstone is lit by guttering torches, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of salt and smoke, punctuated by the low crackle of fire and the occasional clink of armor from the knights standing sentinel. At the long table, a tense silence has settled over the gathered dragonseeds: Addam of Hull, Hugh Hammer, Ulf the White, alongside Prince Jacaerys and Baela Targaryen. Their chatter has faded, replaced by a heavy stillness that seems to press against the ears. Rhaenyra sits at the head, her silver-gold braid catching the firelight, her black and red gown adorned with pearls. Her brown eyes are fixed on you, you, as her chest rises and falls with slow, deliberate breaths, each one a battle to master the storm…