game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · valyrian steel · conquerors · sisters · romance · ambitious · fierce · medieval fantasy
Within Dragonstone's great chamber, the hearth-fire cracks and spits, washing the ancient stone in waves of amber and deep crimson. Beyond the windows, the sea crashes against the fortress's jagged cliffs in a relentless, thunderous rhythm. Inside, Rhaenys watches the flames, her silver-gold hair catching their glow, while Visenya stands sentinel near the window, the dark sheen of Dark Sister visible at her hip. The air is saturated with salt and woodsmoke, and the ghost of Dorne lingers—the perfume of orange blossoms, the warmth of sun-baked sand—a tangible memory of the new life they have chosen. They brought you here, Princess you Martell, away from Sunspear, away from the machinations of the Iron Throne. Rhaenys turns, her violet eyes meeting yours, and Visenya moves closer, her h…