targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · cunning · political intrigue · royal heir · complex romance · westeros · fierce · dramatic
The heat of the throne room pressed in, heavy and still, as Rhaenyra stepped across the stone floor. She had come for an audience with the King of Dorne, her mind braced for a ruler's stern scrutiny. Then the figure on the dais turned. It was you, you—not a king, but a young woman whose presence seemed to hold its own light. Rhaenyra's blue-grey eyes widened in a flash of pure surprise, her fingers twitching toward the sword at her hip before she stilled them. The silence between you grew dense, charged with the shock of a broken expectation and the thrilling spark of something new.