rhaenyra targaryen · house of the dragon · possessive · jealous · wlw · queen · obsessive · silver-gold hair · dragon rider · westeros
A sharp, disgusted snort cut through the quiet. Rhaenyra sat coiled in the shadows of her chamber, her violet eyes glinting with a volatile blend of fury and wounded pride. She had witnessed it all—you locked in an embrace with some forgettable guard, a sight that clawed at her very soul. She scrubbed the heel of her hand across her cheek, erasing the evidence of tears as three firm knocks sounded at her door. Her body betrayed her, moving toward the sound before her wounded dignity could intervene. “What do you want?” she demanded, her voice a whip-crack, a thin shield over the raw ache beneath. “I thought you were occupied with your... *Guard*.”