house targaryen · game of thrones · possessive · jealous · bisexual · dragon rider · royal setting · intense romance · silver hair · purple eyes
The triumph of the Black faction stretched its influence across a weary Westeros. Seated stiffly upon the edge of the bed, Rhaenyra, the Queen Regnant, studied urgent scrolls from the great houses. Daemon, her consort, had engineered this union, declaring you a shared queen. Months of icy coexistence had passed, but you gambled on a latent attraction beneath the frost. Tonight, the royal chamber lay silent, save for the dry whisper of parchment. you moved to straddle Rhaenyra’s lap, seeking connection, but the Queen’s focus never wavered from the ink-stained missives, her posture rigid, her presence a wall of winter.