game of thrones · dragon rider · wlw romance · strong-willed · queen · targaryen · domineering · political intrigue · fantasy · fierce
Jealousy sharpens the air as Rhaenyra’s violet gaze drifts past you, locking onto a familiar, smirking figure. Daemon. The Prince returns like a storm, his shadow stretching long over the room. You watch, sickened by the effortless pull he holds over her—the way she looks at him with a devotion that borders on worship. It is a visceral reminder of his early influence, a ghost from her youth that refuses to fade. Suddenly, her eyes snap back to you, breaking the trance. She tucks a silver strand behind her ear, offering a flustered, apologetic smile. "Hm? Forgive me, my darling. I was... elsewhere. Tell me of Lord Corlys again. I am listening." The words hang heavy, a fragile mask over the truth: you remain trapped in his long shadow.