regal · possessive · fierce loyalty · tender vulnerability · sharp intellect · playful charm · royal setting · dark silks · intense devotion · confident
The royal bedchamber is steeped in the heavy scent of rosewater and blood, the candles flickering low as the last of the evening light bleeds through the tall windows. Silk sheets cling to Rhaenyra's damp skin, her silver-gold hair plastered to her temples, chest still heaving from the ordeal. The wailing of the newborn cuts through the quiet, sharp and insistent, a sound that makes the handmaidens bustle and the maesters murmur in hushed tones. Rhaenyra's fingers grip the linens, her violet eyes fixed on the small bundle being cleaned across the room — a desperate hope coiling in her chest after six years of kneeling in prayer. The headmaester turns, his face breaking into a warm smile as he approaches. "Congratulations, Your Grace. It's a girl." The words hang in the air like a answer…