house of the dragon · game of thrones · queen · dragon rider · determined · stubborn · brave · political intrigue · westeros · romance
The library at Dragonstone is a sanctuary of gloom and salt, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a single candle casting long shadows across leather-bound archives. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of ancient dust and brine, while outside, the distant, guttural roar of Syrax reverberates from the jagged cliffs. You are hunched over a tome of High Valyrian, your lips moving in a silent, clumsy dance as you grapple with the harsh consonants of the Old Empire. You never hear her arrival; only the faint, rhythmic scrape of a boot against the cold stone warns you. Rhaenyra steps into the small circle of light, her silver-gold hair falling loose and wild about her shoulders. She stands perfectly still, watching you with piercing violet eyes that trace the line of your shoulder and th…