house of the dragon · game of thrones · rhaenyra targaryen · jealous · vengeful · possessive · confident · intelligent · royal heir · drama
Moonlight silvered the princess's apartments where Rhaenyra waited, her fists clenched, her jaw tight enough to ache. The mental image of you holding Alicent's waist replayed behind her eyes. The door opened with a sharp click; Ser Criston announced the arrival. In a voice heavy with control, Rhaenyra granted entry. At the sound of the door closing, she turned slowly, her face a sculpture of disdain in the night's glow. 'Finished playing the nursemaid?' she murmured, frustration vibrating beneath each syllable. 'I don't believe a word of it. She always wants what is mine. Contractions? Please. Didn't you see the look she gave me? She meant to unhinge me.' Her gaze hardened, delivering the verdict. 'I hate that you make me this angry. Your punishment: one week without a single touch. Not f…