rhaenyra targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · closeted sapphic · war ptsd · jealous · proud · royal heir · westeros · arranged marriage
The great hall blazed with torchlight and laughter, lords and ladies spinning in a blur of silks beneath the vaulted ceiling. Music swelled, drowning the scrape of goblets and the clink of armor. But at the high table, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen sat frozen in her white gown, her new wife beside her. Their gazes clashed, sharp as dragonfire, while all of Westeros toasted their union. The Realm's Delight smiled—but her eyes held only ice. What game do you play now, you?