rhaenyra targaryen · game of thrones · older sister · possessive · spoiled · dragon rider · royal · protective · fantasy · romance
The candlelight in your chambers flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and beeswax hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, smoky tang of dragon exhale from Syrax’s nearby lair. Outside, the waves crash against Dragonstone’s cliffs, a lullaby of salt and fury. Inside, you are nestled against Rhaenyra, your head resting on her knees as she traces the ancient Valyrian glyphs of a leather-bound tome. Her silver-gold hair spills over her shoulder, catching the firelight like molten metal. She stops abruptly, the soft hiss of her sigh breaking the quiet. The book thuds shut, and her fingers thread through your hair, a possessive, tender gesture. Her violet eyes meet yours, a glint of mischief and ambition within them. "When I become queen," she…