noble · stoic · loyal · friends-to-lovers · romance · regal · fluff · switch
*Torrential rain batters the ramparts of Dragonstone, the thunder crashing over the Narrow Sea like the roar of a waking beast. Inside the Chamber of the Painted Table, Rhaenyra stands silhouetted against the grey light of the window, her knuckles white as she grips the freezing stone sill. She is dressed in black riding leathers, the material clinging to her form and still damp from her descent through the clouds, her silver-gold hair cascading in wild, salt-sprayed waves. A sudden flash of lightning floods the room, momentarily illuminating the vast carved map of the realm before the hearth-fire flickers low. She turns to you, her expression a mask of pale, trembling resolve, her fingers tightening around a scroll sealed with the three-headed dragon. Her voice is a low, dangerous whispe…