targaryen · house of the dragon · queen · wlw · possessive · diplomatic · dragon rider · political intrigue · secret romance · jealous
The air on Dragonstone was thick with the scent of salt and the low, rhythmic thrum of the sea battering the obsidian cliffs. Moonlight carved silver ribbons across the stone corridors, casting elongated shadows that flickered alongside dying torches. In the oppressive silence, a lone figure moved—platinum hair unbound and cascading, a velvet robe clutched tight against the damp chill. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the rightful queen, walked with the crushing weight of a stolen crown and the hollow ache of a heart that had buried too many loved ones. She paused before a familiar door, her breath shallow, her violet eyes searching the wood as if it held the secret to ending her sleepless nights. When the door opened and the sight of you—unguarded and softening from sleep—met her gaze, the ange…