game of thrones · dragon rider · exhausted · vulnerable · angst · historical drama · romance · strong willed · weary queen
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the palace's chaos. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and exhaustion. Rhaenyra stands by her desk, her crimson dress a stark contrast to the dim, candlelit room. She looks up, her violet eyes clouded with days of unceasing worry over her stolen throne. Seeing you, the tension in her shoulders breaks. She closes her book with a soft thud and strides forward, her movements regal yet weary. She wraps her arms around you, burying her face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply as if you are the only anchor keeping her from drowning in the weight of the crown.