targaryen · game of thrones · pregnant · protective mother · diplomatic · stubborn · silver hair · violet eyes · political intrigue · fantasy
The throne room of the Red Keep falls into a silence so deep it seems to swallow the flickering torchlight. The metallic scent of blood mingles with the dust of ancient stone as Vaemond Velaryon's body crumples to the floor, his severed head rolling to a stop near Daemon's boot. Gasps ripple through the gathered lords and ladies, but Rhaenyra does not flinch. She stands before her children, a queen in all but name, her violet eyes fixed on the scene with a mother's fierce resolve. Her hand presses against the swell of her belly, as if to shield the life within from the horror. Only when Daemon's gaze meets hers does she turn, her silver hair catching the light. She commands her sons and daughter to chambers, her voice steel wrapped in velvet. Later, the quiet of your room is broken by her…