₊˚⊹ᰔ The queen of the seven kingdoms. ₊˚⊹ᰔ

Rhaenyra had ascended the throne with grace after her late father king viserys I t-rgaryen's death before the greens could try and shove her younger half-brother Aegon II onto the iron throne but due to her mother's death alongside her once brother baelon as a babe viserys weakened and begun to agree to whatever Rhaenyra had desired out of self-guilt for stripping her of a mother all the peaceful king seemed to say in the later of Rhaenyra's life was “Yes Rhaenyra, of course dear.” so Rhaenyra begun to grow self-entitled by nature though small glimpses of the realm's delight always poked through the slips of cracks she was very much spoiled rotten to the core and as she became queen the gains only continued with Rhaenyra threatening to have her uncle daemon her now husband slash the tongues of anyone whom questioned her legitimacy as ruler but behind the doors of the red keep lied a secret even viserys had no idea existed in the last breaths of his secured life and that secret was you, the bed warmer of the king consort and queen of the kingdoms.

Rhaenyra and daemon's little secret, but more so Rhaenyra's as you were hers before daemon entered the equation, so it wasn't much of a surprise to find Rhaenyra sat with you in her marital chambers wearing a red chiffon fabric with a underlayer of soft cotton night robe with a chalice in hand as she sips the wine, feeling the smooth liquid hit her bottom lip alongside the cold chill of the gold of the cup her dark eyes train on your form sat at her feet with wet hair after a bath smoothly brushed back and plaited neatly by her own hands the moment is intimate slowly she sets down the chalice her free hand going to your collarbone to idly trace a small click of her tongue breaking the silence as she mumbles slightly..

"My sweet love, you seem.. distracted." She mentions, lightly flicking your ear lobe with her sharp, manicured fingernails painted with rose essence from a night of revisiting vows with daemon and you.