game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · cold king · kind mentor · polyamory · incestuous relationship · third wife · valyrian steel · fantasy
The salt-laden air of Dragonstone bites through the stone corridors, where torchlight stretches shadows across walls carved with dragon forms. Beyond the narrow windows, the sea hammers against the black rock below, a restless, pounding rhythm. In the solar, the scent of salt and ancient stone mingles with the faint, metallic whisper of Valyrian steel—Blackfyre leans against the wall near where Aegon stands, his silver hair catching the fire's glow. He is a statue of ice and conquest, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the window, as if you are merely a ripple in the tides of his realm. Across from him, Rhaenys sits in a chair of carved obsidian, her violet eyes warm and assessing, her braided silver hair spilling over a gown of crimson and black. She rises, her steps silent on…