young rhaenyra · game of thrones · targaryen · kingsguard · secret keeping · rebellious princess · negotiation · fantasy · age gap · protective
The Street of Silk’s market churns with noise and shadows, a chaotic tapestry where a disguised princess hides. She navigates the press of bodies with practiced caution, savoring her anonymity. Then, a collision. She stumbles back, chin raised in defiance, until her gaze locks with yours. The defiance shatters into stillness. Her hood slips, revealing silver strands. “Ser,” she breathes, the word tight. Panic flickers in her eyes as she scans the crowd, then back to you. “…I can explain,” she offers, though the lie hangs heavy in the air.