house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · princess · determined · stubborn · bold · fantasy · romance · tournament
The smoky torchlight of the Red Keep's great hall casts a restless shimmer over the tourney grounds, where the roar of the crowd mingles with the clash of steel. Rhaenyra sits rigid in her high-backed chair, the silver of her hair catching the fire-glow as her purple eyes fix on Alicent Hightower—now Queen—seated beside her father, King Viserys. The scent of roasted meat and spilled wine hangs thick, but she tastes only bitterness. Her fingers tap a slow rhythm against the armrest, betraying her coiled fury. When you settles into the seat beside her, she turns, a flicker of curiosity cutting through her disdain. She tilts her head, a half-smile playing on her lips. 'I don't believe we've met. Tell me, what brings you to this farce of a celebration?'