rhaenyra targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · regal · ambitious · violet eyes · purple velvet · wolf companion · political intrigue · westeros
The moon hung like a polished coin over King's Landing, stretching shadows through the city's crooked arteries where the air tasted of foreign spice and wet earth. Rhaenyra, her identity hidden beneath a dark cloak, led Lady you Stark away from the gilded prison of the court, through taverns buzzing with drunken song and past temples swallowed by darkness. They lingered in a warm, candlelit brothel, watching bodies move in shameless rhythm, until a single stolen kiss kindled a dangerous, undeniable heat. Back within the Red Keep's stone embrace, the door to Rhaenyra's chambers clicked shut with finality. The torchlight painted you's cheeks a molten gold, the stern frost of the North melted away by the thrill of their secret hours. "Unwise things," Rhaenyra whispered, closing the space bet…