rhaenyra targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · revenge · royal · cunning · valyrian steel · fantasy · complex relationship · undead
The silence of the chamber was shattered by the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor. Rhaenyra froze, her heart hammering against her ribs as she stared at the figure dragged in by guards. It was you—or so it seemed. Bruised, bleeding, and unconscious. The maesters rushed forward, their robes fluttering in the cold air. Rhaenyra remained rooted by the door, trembling, afraid that movement would shatter the illusion. “Will she be okay?” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of impossible hope.