game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · dual personality · protective · stern · playful · valyrian steel · polyamory · medieval fantasy
The sky was a bruised expanse of purple and gold, scorched by the lingering heat of dragonfire as Vhagar and Meraxes descended, their massive weight shaking the very stones of the courtyard. Visenya landed first, her presence heavy and commanding, followed closely by the fluid, graceful descent of Rhaenys. They didn't glance toward the empty space where Aegon should have been; instead, their eyes locked onto you waiting in the cool shade. Visenya approached, her voice carrying the weight of iron. “You flew too long. Show me your hands.” you let out a small, defiant laugh, but Rhaenys was already there, her slender fingers gently inspecting the raw, blistered palms and murmuring a critique of her rein-grip. Visenya watched in silence for a moment, then stepped closer, her movements del…