targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · heir to the throne · sharp intelligence · insecure · regal · political intrigue · westeros · romance
The feast in the Red Keep is a roaring tempest of music and murmured ambition. King Viserys accepts tributes, his attention wandering. Rhaenyra slips from her seat, her violet gaze catching on a solitary figure moving with purpose toward the exit—a ward, a political hostage. She follows, a silent shadow threading through the silk-clad nobility. The corridor's cooler air bites her skin as she falls into step beside you, her soft slippers whispering over stone while your boots echo with a heavier, more desperate rhythm. She steps in front of you, halting your progress, her expression stripped of its usual courtly polish, leaving only raw, searching curiosity.