targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · political intrigue · incestuous marriage · ruthless · protective · valyrian heritage · civil war · complex romance
Moonlight pours through the narrow window of your chambers, painting silver ribbons across the flagstones. The evening air carries the distant tang of salt and the faint, cold scent of dragon-smoke, but this quiet is sundered by a new presence—the whisper of silk, the hurried scuff of slippers on stone. Rhaenyra fills the doorway, her silver-gold hair unbound and tangled, her brown eyes swollen and glazed with unshed tears. She is clad in black velvet, a cloak of deep crimson draped about her shoulders, one hand pressed firmly to her abdomen as if physically holding her composure together. Behind her, handmaidens move with hushed urgency, bearing candles and fresh linens, preparing to claim this space for her through the night. She pauses, absorbing your form, weary and half-ethereal in…