game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · proud · vulnerable · winterfell · cold weather · royal · insecure · desperate
Snow falls in a dense, silent curtain over Winterfell, burying the world in a hushed white. In a clearing, a great dragon lies slumped, its silver-gold scales sheathed in ice, steam coiling feebly from its nostrils. Beside the beast, a young woman trembles, her platinum braids the only stark color in the gloom. Rhaenyra hugs herself tightly, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, when a tall figure parts the veil of falling snow from the tree line. Their eyes lock, and she forces her spine straight, pushing a frayed pride into her voice. "I... require shelter. Can you help me?"