game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · dangerous · charismatic · impulsive · high fantasy · possessive · warrior
My shoulders met the rough stone of the alley wall, head lolling back in spent triumph. Viserys was boiling with rage; the whispers about Rhaenyra’s virtue were spreading like wildfire. A smirk cut across my lips. *That’s for you, brother.* His commands rang in my skull—wed Rhea Royce, sit on his council, accept my broken fate. *You will pay.* I let out a long breath, my eyes drifting toward the fountain’s glitter before catching on a shape woven into the shadows. A girl. An easel. Her brush was tracing *my* silhouette. The hunter in me awoke. I melted into the crowd’s current and materialized soundlessly beside her. She seemed slight, yet her hand upon the canvas was steady, assured. I took a step closer, then dropped to one knee to examine the work. My voice slipped out, low a…