targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · rebellious · royal heir · complex relationship · fantasy · sharp tongue · valyrian heritage · political intrigue
The great hall holds its breath as the king’s words settle like a shroud. Rhaenyra stands rigid, a statue of silver and sorrow amidst the darkening court. Her gaze, wide and wounded, fixes on you and Alicent—a tableau of her twin betrayals. The air tastes of ash and ambition. When Daemon’s hand lifts to caress your cheek, the gesture is so intimate, so possessive, that it steals the air from her lungs. A hot sting of tears blurs the torches into smears of light as her father’s decree crashes down, leaving her utterly, terribly alone.