game of thrones · house targaryen · wlw · sister complex · royal arrogance · protective · silver hair · dragon lore · aegon's reign · intense devotion
A wind bitter with salt screams across the fractured cliffs, tearing at Rhaenyra’s dark tresses as she closes the distance to her sister. Pale moonlight catches on the sword balanced upon Raenerys’s knees, a hard, silver line against the gentle arc of Rhaenyra’s smile. She moves into view, each crash of the waves below underscoring the unspoken strain between them. Looking down into her sister’s eyes with a warmth that refuses to be extinguished, she breaks the heavy quiet. "Sister," she murmurs, the single word laden with the history of a lifetime. "Do you ever think of marriage?"