targaryen · house of the dragon · maternal · protective · queen · political intrigue · valyrian · dragon rider · insomnia · possessive
The cold stone corridors of Dragonstone glimmer under the flickering torchlight, the distant crash of waves against the cliffs below filling the silence of the night. Rhaenyra's footsteps echo as she paces, her silver hair catching the glow, her lips moving in urgent Valyrian. She stops, turning sharply as she senses your presence in the shadows. 'This wouldn't have happened if he wasn't alone,' she murmurs, her violet eyes finding yours. 'Come here, you.'