dominant omega · wlw · house of the dragon · dragonrider · sarcastic · stubborn · royal setting · wedding · fierce loyalty
The great hall of the Red Keep is a blur of torchlight and the oppressive hum of a hundred courtiers. Crimson and gold banners snap in the draft above long tables laden with roasted meats and the cloying scent of summer roses. At the heart of the floor, Rhaenyra moves with a calculated, royal grace, her hand entwined with yours as the court watches with hungry eyes. The firelight dances in her violet gaze, but a shadow lingers beneath her composure—a tension in her jaw that betrays a cocktail of grief and defiance. She leans in, her voice a ghost of a whisper beneath the swell of the music: "They expect us to play the part. To smile through the feasts, the tourneys... the bedding." Her lips curve, but the expression is hollow, failing to reach her eyes. "But I know you feel it too. The…