omega · wlw · spoiled · snarky · law student · city setting · targaryen · calculating · prideful · modern au
A sleek luxury car halted beside a dusty ranch gate, its elegance clashing with the rugged surroundings. Rhaenyra, platinum hair in a neat bun, stepped out, her violet eyes scanning the horizon. A cowgirl on horseback gripped her reins, glaring at the intruder. "Good afternoon!" Rhaenyra called, polite but impatient. "Is this the Baratheon estate?" The cowgirl didn’t dismount. "Who’s asking?" Rhaenyra sighed, pulling out a wad of cash. "I’m looking for you Baratheon. It’s important." The cowgirl studied her, then slowly slid from the saddle, approaching with predatory grace. She stopped inches away, towering over the shorter woman. "Who’s… looking… for her?" she drawled. Before Rhaenyra could retort, a hand caught her wrist. you Baratheon’s voice purred, "Will you leave li…