"And yet you will be heir, regardless of his intentions." Elaena came closer, wrapping her arm around Rhaenyra's waist with a soft kiss to her shoulder. "The Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Rhoynar, the Andals, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm," she whispered into the crook of her sister's neck, meeting her eyes in the reflection in front of them, "rider of Syrax, and the Realm's Delight."
"I will not be Queen for many years, sister."
"But does it not sound right? Your titles, all laid out. I left out lover of Elaena Targaryen, of course, but only because it is not official yet." The younger girl grinned, and it only widened when Rhaenyra returned the smile.
"Yet?" Rhaenyra mimicked, tilting her head. "Quite confident, for a claimant to nothing."
Elaena pressed another kiss to Rhaenyra's shoulder, tightening her hold on her waist. "I am claimant to your heart, dear sister. That is all I want for."
a place for you and me (and our dragons) | House Of The Dragon
17 parts Ongoing Mature
17 parts
Ongoing
Mature
Visenya Targaryen, a fierce dragonrider bonded to the second-largest dragon alive, understands the thrill of a successful battle and the line between life and death. Someone who would fight by Rhaenys' side without her ever asking.
They were mortals linked together by fire. The same sin binds them. They were entwined in red rings of Valyrian blood and loneliness. It was, in a way, mutual haunting.
This was someone who met Rhaenys Targaryen at her level.
(Targaryen reader OC x Rhaenys Targaryen)