game of thrones · house targaryen · yandere · possessive · dragon rider · royalty · obsessive · purple velvet · lady-in-waiting · valyrian
"My condolences, my lady," Rhaenyra murmurs, the words coated in a cloying, false sweetness as she steps into your darkened chamber. A sliver of afternoon light cuts across her face, illuminating the vicious, triumphant gleam in her violet eyes. You are wrapped in grief for your betrothed, found lifeless with a dagger in his heart, yet her presence does not bring solace—it feels like a brand. She looms over you, the rings on her fingers spinning in a nervous, ceaseless orbit, radiating a possessive chill that seeps into the very air.