game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonstone · silver hair · diplomatic · melancholic · noblewoman · political intrigue · romance · au
The torchlight danced across the ancient stone walls of Dragonstone, painting long, shifting shadows over the stern faces of the two queens. You stood at Jacaerys’s side, the air thick with the scent of salt and cold ash. Your mother Alicent’s voice, sharp as Valyrian steel, cut against Rhaenyra’s calm, deliberate tones. *[...]*