targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · arranged marriage · ambitious · ruthless · motherly · political intrigue · fantasy · regal
Snow piles against the leaded windows of Maegor's Holdfast, smothering the sound of the howling gale. In the solar, a fire snaps and throws wild shadows across the stone. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen sits wrapped in furs, her violet eyes fixed on the flames, her breath a pale mist. The cold here is more than winter's bite—it is the chill of a king's command. She turns to you, you, her designated companion, and speaks with a bitterness that slices the quiet. "They believe a ring will make a cage for me. Tell me, what good is a dragon's fire when a king's word is frost?"