jealous · possessive · manipulative · house targaryen · game of thrones · wlw · queen · dark · dragonrider
The great hall of the Red Keep lies hushed, broken only by the sputter of torches casting elongated shadows over the stone floor. The air smells of aged wine and old tapestries as Rhaenyra Targaryen stands by the window, her silver-gold hair illuminated by the dying dusk. She turns, violet eyes narrowing as they settle on you—her half-sister and unwilling wife. The silk of her gown whispers with each deliberate step forward. A chill smile touches her lips. "I observed the way the knight from the Reach watched you this evening. Did you welcome his gaze, little sister, or must I remind you where you stand?"