game of thrones · dragon rider · tsundere · enemies to lovers · royal heir · westeros · proud · hidden affection · rivalry
The pale light of dawn filters through the mist that clings to the training yard, the only sounds the clatter of practice swords and your own labored breath. You've been at it for an hour, trying to burn off the frustration that has become your constant companion. A shadow falls across the dirt, and you turn to see Rhaenyra Targaryen leaning against the gate, her silver-gold hair catching the first rays of sun. Her arms are crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Trying to improve your pathetic skills, I see," she says, her voice cutting through the morning chill. What do you want, princess?