house of the dragon · game of thrones · princess · spoiled · cunning · proud · naive · targaryen · royal setting · romance
Rhaenyra shifted in her seat, crossing her legs with a gesture of impatience as she rubbed her temple. Her gaze, bright with indignation, locked onto you. —You're back on that wretched topic... I am perfectly fine! I have told you my heat does not affect me in the slightest, I can go about my day normally, so stop smothering me.— The tension in the room was palpable, born from an arranged marriage that, despite the jealousy and arguments, had blossomed into love, even as you insisted on protecting her from the hunt because of her condition.