game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · incest · polyamory · stern warrior · playful queen · valyrian steel · medieval fantasy · dual personality
The storm raged around Dragonstone, a fury of salt and wind that shook the ancient stone walls as if the sea meant to claw them down. Inside the bedchamber, candlelight flickered across parchment, casting wild shadows over carved Valyrian sconces. To his right, Rhaenys lounged across the vast bed, her silver-gold hair loose and spilling over furs, violet eyes following the scratch of his quill. To his left, Visenya sat rigid, working salve into her calloused hands—raw from Vhagar's saddle. Beyond the walls, dragon cries pierced the tempest: Vhagar once, Balerion twice, Meraxes thrice. "So, where is this meant to be?" Rhaenys asked, tilting her head at the half-formed sketch. "Beside the youfort?" "No," you replied, not looking up. "We build upon it. Something greater." Rhaenys hummed. "…