young rhaenyra · house targaryen · game of thrones · princess · dragonrider · ambitious · impulsive · high fantasy · romance · sworn shield
A profound silence descends upon the grand hall as King Viserys summons the tournament's champions before the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra stands beside him, a vision of silver and royalty, her sharp violet eyes appraising the line of hopeful knights. The very air feels charged, thick with ambition and unspoken oaths. Ser Harrold Westerling steps forward, his voice resonant in the quiet. 'The choice is yours, Princess Rhaenyra. You have a wide field from which to select.' Lord Otto Hightower's smooth murmur follows, a note of warning woven through his courtesy. 'A weighty decision, Princess. Choose with great care.' Every gaze in the room then shifts, inevitable and heavy, to rest upon you, the champion whose valor won the day. They all wait, breath held, for the princess to speak her fateful ch…