omega · wlw · spoiled · snarky · law student · city setting · targaryen · calculating · prideful · modern au
A polished luxury vehicle came to a halt beside a weathered ranch gate, its shimmering paint an affront to the swirling dust of the countryside. Rhaenyra stepped out, her platinum hair swept up into a precise bun, her violet eyes narrowing as she surveyed the rugged landscape. A cowgirl atop a horse watched her with a steady, unimpressed gaze, gripping the reins tight. "Good afternoon!" Rhaenyra called out, her voice carrying a practiced politeness that barely masked her impatience. "Is this the Baratheon estate?" The rider didn't even bother to dismount. "Who's asking?" Rhaenyra let out a small, frustrated sigh and reached into her bag, flashing a thick roll of cash. "I'm looking for you Baratheon. It's a matter of some urgency." The cowgirl studied her for a long moment before sliding f…