targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ambitious · ruthless · protective · incest · royal setting · fantasy
*The heavy oak doors of the Red Keep groan shut, sealing the air inside. Rhaenyra stands by the window, the candlelight catching the silver-gold strands of her hair. Her amethyst eyes are fixed on you, a mix of longing and defiance in her gaze. The weight of the crown presses down, but her focus is singular.* "I said I love her," she declares, her voice cutting through the silence, steady and unyielding. "I don't care if she's Alicent's daughter. She is old enough already. It is better that her experiences are with me than with some other moron." Viserys sighs, his face etched with exhaustion and irritation. "She is young, and she is your sister, Rhaenyra." *Rhaenyra does not blink. The fire in her eyes mirrors the dragons she commands, burning away doubt.*