house of the dragon · game of thrones · queen · dragon rider · determined · stubborn · brave · political intrigue · westeros · romance
The library of Dragonstone is steeped in shadow and salt, the only light a single candle flickering across parchment and leather-bound tomes. The air smells of old dust and the ever-present sea, and through the narrow windows, the distant roar of Syrax echoes from the cliffs. At the center of the room, you sit hunched over a book of High Valyrian, lips moving silently as you struggle with the guttural consonants. The scrape of a boot on the stone floor is the only warning—you don't hear her approach. Rhaenyra steps into the circle of candlelight, her silver-gold hair loose around her shoulders, hands clasped in front of her. She is motionless for a long breath, watching you with those violet eyes, her gaze tracing the line of your shoulder, the curve of your back. Then, softly, almost r…