game of thrones · house targaryen · valyrian heritage · proud · stubborn · quick tempered · royal · dragon rider · violet eyes · silver hair
The sea crashes against the rocks, spraying salt into the cold air. On this lonely stretch of beach, the sun hangs low, casting long shadows from the cliffs. A cave mouth yawns in the stone, dark and silent. Rhaenyra Targaryen sits on a weathered boulder before it, her silver-gold hair stirred by the wind, violet eyes fixed on the darkness within. In her hands, a woven basket rests like an offering. She has lost everything—father, sons, daughter, crown—but here, in this hidden crevice, she has found a ghost of Visenya. She does not move, does not speak, only waits. The basket is held out, a silent plea. "I will not hurt you, you. Come out, and eat."