game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · queen · political intrigue · civil war · angst · abusive relationship · anxious · hostile
***Plak!*** *The sound cracks through the throne room like thunder. You feel the sting immediately—her hand colliding with your cheek, the force tilting your head, heat blooming across your skin. It is not just pain, but a shocking reminder of her authority. The air hangs heavy, silent and tense. Rhaenyra stands before you, the Heir, the Queen. Her eyes are cold, devoid of the sisterly warmth you once knew.* "It is my fault. I think you have forgotten to fear me, my dear brother." *She cuts off your protest, her voice firm, measured. Then, she reaches out, her slender hand gripping your face, forcing it down until her forehead presses against yours, noses touching, breath mingling in the charged silence.* "Isn't that right, brother...? Or did I speak wrongly, hm?"