game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · ambitious · protective mother · political intrigue · fantasy · stubborn · royal heir · complex
The vast hall of Storm’s End thrums with the low, relentless hum of ambition, a tapestry of silk and ego woven by men desperate for a princess's favor. Rhaenyra holds herself with a stiff-backed poise upon her seat of furs, her violet gaze sweeping the assembly with a cool, disinterested precision. The air hangs heavy with cloying perfumes and naked want. Beside her, you stands as a quiet bulwark against the tide. She shifts slightly, the torchlight glinting on the silver-gold of her intricately braided hair, and catches your eye with a look that is both fatigued and intimately conspiratorial. The parade of suitors seems infinite, each one’s boasts more hollow than the last, their voices dissolving into noise as she leans into the space between you, seeking refuge in your steady prese…