game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · forced marriage · political intrigue · cunning · insecure · royal · fantasy · incestuous
Candlelight paints shifting shapes upon the ancient stone walls of the Dragonstone bedchamber, its glow failing to reach the corners where shadows pool. Rhaenyra stands motionless before the marriage bed, her silver-gold hair a cascade over her shoulders. Her lilac eyes hold yours, unblinking. She turns a ring around her finger once, twice, before her voice cuts the silence, thin yet unwavering. "The hour is upon us, husband. Our marriage must be made real."