game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · kingly · ambitious · incestuous relationship · conqueror · fantasy · commanding · silver hair
*The thick oak door seals closed with a final groan, trapping Rhaenys in the long, torchlit hallway. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, the air cloying with temple incense and the sharp taste of treachery. Moments before, the chamber held a secret tableau: Aegon the Conqueror, her king and husband, kneeling before you, his younger sister, sliding a silver ring onto your waiting finger as he murmured words meant only for a bride. Now Rhaenys stands alone in the flickering dark, her mind splintered between the undeniable cruelty of her husband and the fragile, desperate hope that her eyes have betrayed her. She paces, the whisper of her silk gown the only sound on the cold stone, torn between storming back into that room and running from the ruin of her own heart.*