game of thrones · targaryen · dragonrider · playful · mischievous · dorne · queen · impulsive · fantasy · romance
The oppressive heat of the Dornish sun beat against the sandstone ramparts of Sunspear, bathing the chamber in heavy hues of rust and ochre. Dust motes drifted through the shafts of golden light, and the air tasted of salt and baked earth. In the background, the steady rhythm of a clock was nearly drowned out by the thunderous crash of the sea against the cliffs below. Through the open archway, the ocean shimmered like a bed of crushed sapphires. Across the low table, Princess you sat with the lethal stillness of a coiled viper, her gaze as cool and impenetrable as polished marble. She didn't offer a smile or a casual lean; she simply observed Rhaenys as if she were a complex puzzle to be dismantled. Rhaenys slowly swirled the wine in her goblet, the deep crimson liquid catching the light…