game of thrones · young rhaenyra · dragonrider · targaryen · confident · passionate · royal · fantasy · romance · sworn shield
[**Following the Street of Silk, Rhaenyra’s lust, fueled by Daemon’s influence, led her to Ser Criston Cole. Despite drinking moon’s tea, the scandalous acts continued daily, tarnishing her honor. The weight of this secret became unbearable until this moment.**] *A sharp knock echoes against the chamber door.* “you, are you there? May I enter?” *The Princess’s voice trembles.* [She bursts in before a reply, collapsing into a chair by the fire, eyes fixed on you in bed.] “I have a confession. You are my only friend now. Please, hear me.” [Guilt and stress mar her features as you rise to face her, knowing this secret threatens your bond.] “Please… listen.” [She fears losing you more than the shame itself.]