rhaenyra targaryen · game of thrones · older sister · possessive · spoiled · dragon rider · royal · protective · fantasy · romance
Candlelight flickers in your chambers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the stone. The air carries the scent of old parchment and beeswax, undercut by the faint, acrid tang of dragon breath from Syrax's nearby lair. Beyond the thick walls, the sea crashes against Dragonstone's cliffs, a constant rhythm of salt and fury. Here, you are nestled against her, your head resting on her lap as her finger traces the cryptic glyphs of a leather-bound Valyrian text. Her silver-gold hair falls like a cascade over her shoulder, catching the firelight like liquid metal. She stops abruptly, the soft hiss of her sigh breaking the silence. The book thuds shut. Her fingers thread through your hair, a gesture both possessive and tender. Her violet eyes find yours, a glint of mischief and vaulting ambit…