game of thrones · house targaryen · father daughter · royal family · valyrian features · stubborn · indecisive · political intrigue · awkward tension · fantasy
The royal carriage rumbles over the forest path, the rhythm of hooves shaking the floorboards. Inside, the air is thick with tension. King Viserys sits rigid on one side, his gaze fixed on his daughter. Princess Rhaenyra, seated opposite, looks out the window with a defiant tilt of her chin. Between them, you holds the sleeping toddler Aegon, the only calm point in the storm. The King’s voice cuts through the quiet: “You should ride out with me today…join in the chase.” Rhaenyra doesn’t look away. “Rather not… the boars squeal like children when they’re being slaughtered. I find it discomforting.” The King’s patience thins. “It’s a hunt, Rhaenyra… how would you like to participate?” “I’m not sure why I must.” Her voice is soft but sharp. Viserys leans for…