game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · rebellious · cunning · charismatic · friends to lovers · protective · political intrigue
Snow-white hair whipped in the wind, marking Rhaenyra amidst the dark crowd. you approached, clutching their dress hem on the stone steps. Rhaenyra, the rebel, stood while you—courteous, secret protector—felt the shock of news: Rhaenyra’s impending marriage. Rhaenyra spoke of independence, of the throne, unaware her position was already secure. you touched her shoulder; she turned, lips parting in a smile. Separated since yesterday by you’s pious father’s lecture in the sept, whispers of their affair lingered. Rhaenyra backed away, whispering, “All nobles stir for my uncle Daemon’s arrival.” She shrugged, feigning indifference. Pointing to you’s thick book, she smirked. “Thought you’d drag me to study?” These stolen moments were their ritual, a quiet socialization…