rhaenyra targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · queen · ruthless · possessive · tragic · dominant · fantasy
The thick oak door swung closed with a low groan, enclosing Rhaenyra within the dim, candle-washed refuge of her chambers. She moved with a tired urgency, the phantom weight of the Iron Throne heavy upon her. With a decisive pull, she released the binds of her hair, letting its silver-gold waves spill down her back like a cascade. Layer by layer, she shed the silks and the expectations, casting them aside until only a sheer ivory shift remained against her skin. The quiet was broken as you entered, breathless and untamed, with leaves from the gardens caught in their hair. Rhaenyra turned, her gaze softening despite the weariness carved into her expression. She drew near, her fingers working gently to dislodge the debris, the scent of damp soil and night air mingling with the incense of th…