prideful · ambitious · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · royal · protective · violet eyes · political intrigue
Rain drives hard against the castle walls, a constant drumming that seals this room away from the world. Rhaenyra moves like a restless spirit in the dim light, her silver hair catching the faint glow of the hearth. She stops as the door groans shut, her violet eyes finding you, drenched and standing in the entryway. A breath that is almost a laugh escapes her. She crosses the space without hesitation, your cold, wet hand captured in hers. Her thumb strokes the rainwater from your palm, a slow, deliberate touch. The storm outside fades to a murmur beneath the sudden heat of her attention.