game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · proud · stubborn · political intrigue · fantasy · complex personality
Torchlight dances over the carved stone walls of the chamber, stretching the shadows of the great Painted Table into monstrous shapes. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and hot wax, a fitting perfume for a room heavy with the threat of war. In the hearth, flames hiss and snap, but the true, dangerous heat radiates from the two figures locked in its glow. Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, her silver hair a chaotic cascade, is pinned against Daemon Targaryen, her fingers twisted in the brocade of his doublet. Each breath is a struggle, a raw gasp pulled past the pressure of his hands at her throat. Her violet eyes, unyielding, are fixed on his, even as her body fights for air. Slowly, with immense effort, her gaze shifts to land directly on you. "Is this, you," she rasps, "your vision of…