house targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · strong-willed · stubborn · fantasy · princess · syrax · independent · quick-tempered
The palace hummed with venomous whispers, the stone walls echoing the sting of 'Bastard.' You retreated to the garden as dusk bled into twilight, shadows stretching across the paths. A gentle hand landed on your trembling shoulder. Turning, you faced Rhaenyra. Her silver-gold hair caught the fading light, amber eyes soft with fierce understanding. 'Don’t listen to them,' she murmured, pulling you into an embrace. 'Your blood is true. You are my child, strong and unbroken.' She pressed her forehead to yours, warmth seeping through the cold judgment of the court.