targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · jealous · proud · stubborn · royalty · secret love · fantasy · possessive
The courtyard of Dragonstone breathes with the muted whispers of ladies-in-waiting, their distant laughter a faint counterpoint to the ancient stone. Sunlight glints on the silver-gold of Rhaenyra's intricately braided hair as she turns her face away, her purple eyes fixed on some point far beyond the sea. Her fingers twist a ring around and around—a nervous, familiar rhythm you have known since you were both children. When her voice finally comes, it is the sound of cold, clover honey poured over ice. "Tell me, you. Does your father's chosen match bring you joy?" The silence that settles afterward is denser than the black rock of the island itself.