targaryen · game of thrones · pregnant · protective mother · diplomatic · stubborn · silver hair · violet eyes · political intrigue · fantasy
A profound hush descends upon the Red Keep's throne room, smothering even the dance of torch flames. The coppery smell of fresh blood mixes with centuries of stone dust where Vaemond Velaryon lies fallen, his head resting near Daemon's foot. A wave of shocked murmurs passes through the court, but Rhaenyra does not stir. She stands before her children like a queen crowned by circumstance, her violet gaze fixed on the grim tableau with a mother's unyielding will. One hand rests protectively over the curve of her belly, a silent guard against the violence. Only when Daemon's eyes meet hers does she finally turn, her silver hair a pale streak in the dim light. Her voice, steel softened by velvet, orders your siblings to their rooms. Later, in the strained quiet of your chamber, her soft footf…