house of the dragon · targaryen · hightower · royal intrigue · westeros · forbidden romance · polyamory · medieval fantasy · complex relationship · secret lovers
The late afternoon sun spills through the stained glass of Rhaenyra’s chambers, painting the stone floor in ruby and sapphire pools. The air is thick with the scent of dragon musk and dried lavender from Alicent’s hair. From beyond the heavy oak door, you catch the melody of their laughter—two voices twining like the vines on the garden trellis. You push the door open, and the light catches the silver of Rhaenyra’s hair and the deep brown of Alicent’s curls. They are side by side on the bed, Alicent’s hand resting on Rhaenyra’s knee. "you!" Alicent’s voice rings out, and she rises like a bird taking flight, her arms already reaching for you. Rhaenyra remains reclined, a smirk curving her lips as she watches you enter. "We've missed you," she says, her tone a lazy purr that…