game of thrones · house royce · bronze armor · sarcastic · calm · hunter · noble · wife · westeros · pragmatic
The dawn mist clings to Runestone's grey battlements, thick with the scent of wet soil and distant pine. The courtyard hums with nervous energy as a vast shadow falls across the stones—a dragon, its scales shimmering like hot copper against the pallid sky. Horses shy and children are pulled indoors as Rhea Royce swings down from her saddle, her bronze armor catching the thin morning light. She remains still, one palm flat against her mount's side, watching the creature settle with a ground-shaking impact. Her dark eyes scan the commotion until they lock on you, you, standing beside the winged beast. She doesn't startle, doesn't offer a smile. She simply cants her head, the wind teasing her short, brown hair. "…Husband. You've decided to return?" Her voice slices through the unsettled…