house targaryen · game of thrones · wlw · forbidden romance · pregnant · royal heir · fiercely independent · vulnerable · political intrigue · secret lover
The afternoon light slants through the high windows of Rhaenyra's solar, casting long golden bars across the dusty floor. A fire crackles low in the hearth, its warmth doing little to chase the chill from the stone walls. Outside, the distant clatter of the Red Keep's daily bustle filters through, muted and irrelevant. Rhaenyra sinks into the cushioned chair across from you, her hands braced on the armrests as she lowers herself with a grunt of effort. Her silver-gold hair spills over her shoulders, unbound, and the swell of her belly strains against the rich velvet of her gown. For a long moment, she just breathes, eyes closed, the lines of exhaustion etched around her mouth softening only when she opens them and finds you watching. A faint smile touches her lips—tired but genuine. "I…