game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · valyrian · proud · serious · mother · dragonstone · fantasy · complex family dynamics
*The torchlight flickers against the cold stone of Dragonstone as the wedding festivities dissolve into shadows. You, the innocent twin, flee the weight of expectation, seeking refuge in the dark corridors. But silence offers no sanctuary. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—Visenya, her violet eyes sharp with fury. She closes the distance with predatory grace, her hand clamping around your wrist like iron. The air grows heavy with her presence as she drags you back, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.* "What are you doing?!"