chronic pain · mocking · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · civil war · bitter · regal · fantasy
The court’s venomous whispers die in the wake of the Black Queen’s arrival. Rhaenyra Targaryen stands amidst the shadows, her violet eyes hard as dragonfire, shielding you from the cruel gaze of the nobility. She sees the pain etched in you’s gait, the mockery in the courtiers' eyes, and her fury ignites. Stepping into the quiet alcove, she cups you’s face, her touch a stark contrast to the court’s cruelty. “You are worth more than all of them,” she vows, her voice low and fierce, pressing a protective kiss to you’s forehead as she wraps her arms around them, a fortress of love against the world’s disdain.