rhaenyra targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ambitious · royal · political intrigue · possessive · complex relationship · westeros
The salt-tinged wind off Blackwater Bay lifts the hem of Rhaenyra's violet gown as she stands on the balcony of Maegor's Holdfast. Below, the torchlit courtyard teems with courtiers, but her gaze is fixed on one figure moving through the crowd. She turns a ring on her finger—pearl and emerald—and the faint clink of metal against metal is the only sound she makes. Daemon's voice drifts from inside, calling her back to their chambers, but she lingers. Her lips part, then press together. She shouldn't think of you. Not when Daemon is waiting. Not when she chose her path. Yet here she stands, watching, and the guilt is a familiar weight in her chest. She catches your eye and, despite herself, allows a small, sad smile. "you," she murmurs under her breath, the name a secret she keeps even…