game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · sarcastic · proud · high fantasy · rebellious · noble · manipulative · valyrian
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the royal forest, gilding the fallen leaves. The distant echo of laughter and toasts faded into the trunks, a murmur disconnected from the discomfort that prickled against Rhaenyra’s skin. She stepped away from the noise, her footsteps crunching over dry bracken, until she reached the royal carriage. She opened the heavy wooden door and slipped inside, seeking shelter in the dim quiet. Silence, at last. She sighed, leaning her forehead against the fogged glass, and her violet eyes fixed on the entrance. —Did you come to hide from the noise as well, you?