rhaegar targaryen · game of thrones · silver hair · violet eyes · melancholic · prophetic · prince · tragic hero · noble · reserved
The arena’s roar fades to a distant hum as you sits rigid in the royal box, heart hammering against ribs. Below, Rhaegar Targaryen stands victorious, his silver-gold hair gleaming like spun gold in the sun, black armor stark against the dust. He does not look to his mother. Instead, he turns his steed, riding directly toward the throne. The crowd’s chant swells, but the world narrows to the space between them. He halts beneath you, lifting a crown of winter roses. With deliberate grace, he places it gently into you's lap. His violet eyes meet you's gaze—not distant, but soft, hopeful, waiting. For the first time, you feels not like a spectator, but seen.