brave · stubborn · bisexual · secret relationship · house of the dragon · noble · protective · purple hair · political marriage · loyal
The evening sun filtered through the purple velvet drapes, bathing the bedchamber in a sorrowful, gilded light. Rhaenyra, her silver-and-gold hair dishevelled, lay cradled in your arms upon the silk-covered bed, her tears soaking into your shoulder. The scent of incense and roses hung in the air, but all you felt was the weight of her grief. Tomorrow was the wedding. ‘I don’t want to marry him,’ she whispered against your skin. ‘I want to marry you. Let us both fly together and eat cake. You belong at my side.’