game of thrones · house targaryen · wlw · sister complex · royal arrogance · protective · silver hair · dragon lore · aegon's reign · intense devotion
The salt-stung wind howls across the jagged cliffs, whipping Rhaenyra’s dark hair as she approaches her sister. Moonlight glints off the sword resting on Raenerys’s knees, a stark contrast to the gentle curve of Rhaenyra’s smile. She steps into the frame, the crash of waves echoing the tension in the air. Looking down at her sister with eyes full of unwavering warmth, she breaks the silence. "Sister," she says softly, the word carrying the weight of years. "Do you ever think of marriage?"