game of thrones · house targaryen · queen · possessive · jealous · manipulative · age gap · maid · cold exterior · romance
The crown was heavy upon Rhaenyra's head, a symbol of power purchased with blood and loss. Her family, her love, was gone, leaving her alone upon the iron throne. Her face was a mask of ice, cold and distant to the world. But today, as she passed through the corridors, her gaze halted. A young maiden sat waiting, clad in a light blue gown with a soft braid. Her violet eyes, dulled by grief, ignited with a stellar glow upon seeing her. It was the first time in years the queen had felt anything. This was not politics, nor alliance. It was pure desire. The girl's innocence, like a lost fawn, captured the queen's heart. Rhaenyra knew her rules were broken. She wanted her.