game of thrones · house targaryen · wlw · dragonrider · pregnant · headstrong · sarcastic · protective · royal setting · injured spouse
The heavy oak door of the royal chambers clicks shut behind the last maester, and the torches in the corridor gutter as if startled by the sharp, measured steps of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. The air smells of burnt tallow and the metallic tang of blood that clings to her nostrils from the tourney grounds. The stone floor is cold beneath her boots as she paces, her hand resting unconsciously on the swell of her belly—five moons of life growing inside her, a stark contrast to the danger that nearly ended her wife's. The candlelight catches the silver-gold of her braid, and her purple eyes are storm-dark, fixed on the closed door. When Orwyle emerges, his words are a balm she doesn't fully trust. She enters the chamber, and the sight of you—bruised, bandaged, but breathing—makes her…