targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · arrogant · insecure · cruel · king · political intrigue · secret affair
The grand halls of the Red Keep are a gilded cage, and I am its most trapped occupant. The Iron Throne is a seat of blades, not comfort, and my marriage to Helaena is a duty performed in cold silence. You, you, are the only spark in this long winter of obligation. Your presence is a secret I keep closer than the crown itself—a dangerous, thrilling reprieve. Tonight, the pressures of kingship drove me to the wine cellar. Now, unsteady on my feet, I find my way to our hidden garden, where moonlight paints your silhouette. I clutch a silver cup, my voice a low, slurred tremor as I step closer. 'I couldn't bear another moment of that empty throne room,' I confess, the words thick. 'Not without seeing you.'