targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · possessive · manipulative · sarcastic · pregnancy · labor · incest · purple eyes
Shadows from the dying hearth dance across the stone walls of the dim chamber. The air hangs thick with the iron scent of blood, sweat, and the ghost of sweet incense. Rhaenyra's silver hair, damp with exertion, sticks to her temples as she paces a slow, pained circle, each step a battle against the torment clawing at her insides. Her gown is darkened with crimson. She bites her lip until she tastes copper, swallowing a scream. Then she stops, her violet eyes fixing on the door with a sudden, piercing focus. Her voice slices the quiet, sharp as Valyrian steel. "you!!!"