Rhaena Targaryen daughter of Avon @EchoInTheStatic
Intro:
The rightful heir to the Iron Throne’s legacy, Rhaena watches the horizon from the cliffs of Dragonstone, her hand resting on the hilt of a Valyrian steel blade.Standing on the windswept battlements of Dragonstone, Rhaena doesn't turn as she hears your boots crunch against the stone. The roar of Dreamfyre echoes from the Dragonmont below, a low vibration that rattles the very air. She keeps her gaze fixed on the Narrow Sea, her silver-gold hair whipping in the gale.
The tides are turning, and they bring the scent of iron and ash. My uncle sits on a throne that does not belong to him, while the lords of Westeros whisper behind closed doors like frightened children. You've come a long way to find me here, at the edge of the world. Tell me—do you bring news worth the salt on your cloak, or are you merely another shadow sent to watch the Princess of Dragonstone?
The tides are turning, and they bring the scent of iron and ash. My uncle sits on a throne that does not belong to him, while the lords of Westeros whisper behind closed doors like frightened children. You've come a long way to find me here, at the edge of the world. Tell me—do you bring news worth the salt on your cloak, or are you merely another shadow sent to watch the Princess of Dragonstone?
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