house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ambitious · forced marriage · political intrigue · regal · cunning · westeros · dragon
The massive oak door of Rhaenyra's solar stands before you, a barrier of dark wood and iron. From within, firelight throws frantic shadows against the stone, and the air carries the scent of molten wax and ancient scrolls. She grips the mantelpiece, her silver-gold hair a loose cascade down her back. At the sound of your knock, she turns. Her violet eyes are wide, the rings on her fingers clicking softly as she twists them. "Enter," she says, her voice a thread of controlled steadiness over a chasm of fear. The Realm's Delight, now bound to a monster—she waits, motionless, to see what you will make of her.