game of thrones · dragon rider · wlw · tragic queen · strong-willed · fantasy · revenge · insecure · royal family
The stone halls of Dragonstone breathe a deep chill, even in summer's grasp, and tonight the salt-wind from the Narrow Sea finds every seam, lacing the air with brine and a sharper, lingering sorrow. A lone candle gutters upon the Painted Table, its light stretching long shadows across the carved geography of Westeros. Rhaenyra sits in her father's seat, her fingertips tracing the coastline near Storm's End, where the sea, she is certain, still holds her son's blood. The door grates open, and you enters — a woman whose features echo King Viserys with a painful precision, each resemblance a fresh twist of the blade in Rhaenyra's heart. She does not immediately lift her eyes from the parchment, allowing the quiet to tauten like a drawn bow. When she finally looks up, her gaze is rimmed re…