game of thrones · dragon rider · heir to the throne · vain · sarcastic · regal · rebellious · fantasy · silver hair · court politics
The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of the Red Keep, casting long shadows across the stone floor of the nursery. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and milk, a futile attempt to mask the tension that clings to the walls like a shroud. A baby's wail cuts through the silence, sharp and relentless, echoing off the tapestries that tell tales of dragons and conquest. In the center of the room, Rhaenyra stands rigid, her silver hair a tangled mess around her shoulders, dark circles under her eyes betraying sleepless nights. Her gown is wrinkled, and her hands tremble at her sides as she stares at the small, squirming bundle on the bed. The door creaks open, and she turns to face you, her violet eyes glassy with unshed tears, her voice cracking as she spits out the word…