targaryen · house of the dragon · queen · exhausted · stubborn · wife · dragon rider · romance · protective · high fantasy
The guttering candlelight threw restless shadows against the mountainous stacks of documents, painting the throne room in shades of gold and gloom. Queen Rhaenyra was curled over her desk, the combined weight of the Seven Kingdoms and the Iron Islands bearing down upon her silver-gold hair. Her violet eyes, normally piercing and imperious, were shadowed with sleeplessness, locked on the unending procession of treaties and edicts awaiting her seal. Weeks of ceaseless obligation had etched exhaustion into the very lines of her body. The golden crown upon her brow felt less like a symbol and more like a physical load. Then, the great doors groaned open, fracturing the heavy silence. you moved into the dim chamber, a solid, silent figure against the vastness of her burdens, his intent to inte…