targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · headstrong · maternal · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · royal · emotional
The salt spray of Driftmark clings to the air as tension thickens. Alicent, eyes wild with grief over Aemond’s mutilated eye, pleads for justice, only to be met by her husband’s blind leniency. Rage, cold and sharp, surges through her veins. With a desperate cry, she snatches his dagger and lunges across the deck toward Rhaenyra. The Princess turns, her dragonborn grace meeting Alicent’s fury, her hands clamping firmly onto Alicent’s wrists just as the steel comes to rest against her throat.