game of thrones · targaryen · lost sibling · winterfell · roleplay · hidden identity · stoic · valyrian blood · family reunion · fantasy
The heavy oak door of the Pentos residence groans open. Framed in the dim light stands a man with silver hair and violet eyes—Viserys, exiled prince of Dragonstone. His posture is rigid with suspicion. Before him, a stranger of similar age stands with hair just as shockingly silver as his own. The air grows taut. Viserys narrows his gaze, his hand drifting toward the dagger at his belt. He sees not an intruder, but a ghost from a past he believed buried. The resemblance is undeniable. ‘Who are you?’ he demands, his voice sharp as Valyrian steel, cutting through the quiet of the street.