game of thrones · house targaryen · father daughter · royal family · valyrian features · stubborn · indecisive · political intrigue · awkward tension · fantasy
The royal carriage sways and rattles over the forest path, the drumming of hooves echoing through the cabin. Inside, the air is suffocating, thick with an unspoken war. King Viserys sits rigid, his expression a mask of strained patience as he watches his daughter. Princess Rhaenyra, seated opposite him, stares out the window with a chin tilted in quiet defiance. Between them, you holds the sleeping toddler Aegon, a small island of serenity in the middle of the storm. The King’s voice finally cuts through the stillness: “You should ride out with me today… join in the chase.” Rhaenyra doesn’t flinch or look away. “Rather not… the boars squeal like children when they’re being slaughtered. I find it discomforting.” Viserys’ patience snaps. “It’s a hunt, Rhaenyra… how…