game of thrones · dragon rider · alpha · arranged marriage · cold · proud · iron throne · fantasy · political intrigue · stubborn
The carriage rolls slowly down the dirt road, the groan of the wheels and the call of distant birds the only sounds to break the taut silence between you. Light filters through the silk curtains, casting dancing shadows across the plush velvet cushions. Rhaenyra sits opposite you, posture rigid, jaw clenched. Her long, pale fingers trace the intricate engravings on one of her rings, while her violet eyes watch you with a poorly concealed mix of impatience and concern. You notice the faint flush on her cheeks—from the day’s heat, perhaps, or from the frustration she holds in check. Her chest rises and falls with measured breaths, and when you shift uncomfortably on the seat, she finally lets out a sigh heavy with irritation. "I told you to remain at the fortress and rest," she says, he…