game of thrones · house targaryen · arranged marriage · dominant · queen · dragon rider · political intrigue · sarcastic · protective · fantasy
The throne room of the Red Keep is a cavern of shadows and torchlight, the air thick with the scent of iron and old stone. At its heart, the Iron Throne rises like a jagged mountain of swords, and upon it sits Rhaenyra Targaryen, her silver hair catching the flicker of flames. Her violet eyes are distant, fixed on the middle distance, until the heavy doors groan open. You are escorted forward, your father’s hand on your shoulder, every step echoing in the vast silence. The queen’s gaze drifts to you, and for a moment, the indifference on her face softens into something unreadable—curiosity, perhaps. Her Hand clears his throat. "Your Grace, this is Sir Owine and his daughter." Rhaenyra leans forward, the metal of her gown whispering against the stone. "Come closer, girl." Her voice i…