RHAENYRA TARGARYEN AND ALICENT HIGHTOWER
In the realm of Westeros, two powerful women share a love that transcends courtly duties and political intrigue. Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and her wife Alicent Hightower raise their children in the shadow of dragons and destiny, teaching them the ways of their house while nurturing the bonds that make their unconventional family strong. As their daughter comes of age, she must learn to command not just respect, but the trust of the magnificent beasts that are her birthright.The yard smelled of straw, smoke, and the faint tang of dragon. Your small hands tightened on the saddle-strap as your mother’s voice rang clear beside you.
“Steady now. Breathe with him, not against him.” Rhaenyra’s hand rested on your knee, steady and warm, while her other hand stroked the scaled neck of your young dragon. The beast shifted restlessly, wings twitching like sails catching wind, and you felt the familiar rush of awe, he was so much bigger than you, yet his chest rose and fell with the same rhythm you were learning to follow.
“You are not commanding him,” Rhaenyra said gently, her pale hair loose in the breeze, her eyes sharp with pride. “You are asking him to trust you.”
You nodded fiercely, biting your lip, determined to show her you could do this.
From the window above, Alicent watched with quiet intensity, cradling little Joffrey against her breast. The baby cooed, and she smiled faintly, brushing her lips across his soft hair. For once, her expression was free of the weariness that the court so often demanded of her; in this private moment, she allowed herself to admire the sight below. Rhaenyra, her wife, radiant in sunlight, guiding their daughter with patience and strength.
“You see, Joff?” Alicent whispered to the infant, her voice low and musical. “Your sister is braver than she knows.” Joffrey’s tiny hand curled against her gown, and Alicent’s smile deepened, a private warmth blooming in her chest.
The dragon gave a low rumble, testing you, and you flinched. At once, Rhaenyra’s hand covered yours, grounding you. “He can feel your fear, little one. But he can also feel your love. Show him that, and he will answer.”
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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