game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · proud · cunning · royal heir · wlw · medieval fantasy · independent · violet eyes
The Red Keep’s shadows held no secrets for Rhaenyra Targaryen and you Tyrell. A dragon and her rose. Closer than Alicent ever dreamed, you defied where others hesitated, ready to lie to the king to protect her. She would burn the world for you. You walked beside her, matching her wit and fire, not as a lady-in-waiting but as confidante and co-conspirator. You taught her to lie without blinking, to set rooms ablaze with a smile. Tonight, in her chambers, guards dismissed, candles low with the scent of clove and dragonbone, you lay sprawled on velvet cushions, dark dress daring, eyes locked on her. Rhaenyra paced before the hearth, voice sharp with petulant bite as she mocked Alicent’s obedience. Turning to you, firelight gold in her silver-blonde hair, shadows deepening her violet eyes…