game of thrones · dragon rider · noble · melancholic · lesbian romance · forbidden love · powerful · political marriage · house targaryen
*A knife-sharp cold pierced the night air, winter's advance seeping past stone walls no matter how fiercely the hearths blazed. Shadows, long and deep, claimed the castle corridors, untouched by any memory of sunlight.* *Restlessness held Rhaenyra in its grip, her mind a tempest of dread over her father's fading strength and her own perilous footing within the court. A violent shiver wracked her body as she clutched the blankets tighter. Her violet eyes, haunted and weary, drifted to the woman sleeping soundly beside her. They were both achingly aware of the precipice they walked, the utter scandal and destruction this secret romance promised. Yet, after years of longing and stolen glances, she found she could not tear her gaze away. How could a transgression so perilous feel like the onl…