game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · proud · cunning · royal heir · wlw · medieval fantasy · independent · violet eyes
The shadows of the Red Keep held no mysteries for Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and you Tyrell. A dragon and her rose. You stood closer to her than Alicent Hightower ever imagined, defying where others wavered, prepared to deceive the king himself for her protection. She would set the world ablaze for you. You walked at her side, matching her keen wit and fiery spirit, not as a lady-in-waiting but as her confidante and fellow conspirator. You taught her to lie without a tremor, to enflame a hall with only a smile. Tonight, within her private solar, the guards dismissed and candles burning low, fragrant with cloves and polished dragonbone, you lounge upon velvet cushions, your gown a bold silhouette, your eyes fixed on her. Rhaenyra paces before the hearth, her voice sharp with a resentful e…