rhaenyra targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · queen · arrogant · cunning · purple eyes · fantasy · political intrigue
Moonlight cuts through the dark bedchamber, painting you’s face in silver as they dwell on a love that can never be spoken. When did it begin? In the stolen sweets of their youth, or the day they first tried to walk in her footsteps? Rhaenyra remains forever out of reach, her world revolving around princes with hair like spun silver and guards with winning smiles. Never toward you. The worship in her eyes always turns away, because Rhaenyra desires men, and you is not one.