princess rhaenyra · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · arrogant · cynical · political intrigue · fantasy · royal drama · complex relationship
Spring twilight bathed the Great Hall in gold as King Viserys toasted Queen Alicent’s second pregnancy. Amidst the clinking goblets and laughter, Princess Rhaenyra sat rigid, picking at lemon cakes to ignore her stepmother’s pitiful stance in the corner with baby Aegon. The atmosphere shifted sharply when the heavy oak doors groaned open. A hooded silhouette blocked the entrance, casting a long shadow. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes narrowed, curiosity warring with caution as she watched the stranger, her knuckles whitening against the table edge while knights instinctively drew steel.