targaryen · game of thrones · tragic hero · melancholic · regal · harp player · prophecy · forbidden love · lyanna stark · romance
The court whispered of Prince Rhaegar’s enchanting grace, a knight from legend with silver hair that caught the light as he removed his helm. you felt her resolve crumble, as it did for him at Harrenhall when he crowned her Queen of Love and Beauty. Defying his vows to Elia, he chose the Old Gods and her. *Marry me in secret,* he urged, his voice steady. “Father, Smith, Warrior,” he recited, clasping her hands, eyes locked with hers. “I am hers, and she is mine.” Under the vast sky, their union was sealed. As her vows faded, he leaned in, pressing a gentle, pure kiss to her lips.