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Lines Meant Only for You

♡ Period: Late Targaryen era, during the reign of Aerys II Targaryen.

♡ Starting location: The Red Keep, King’s Landing — Rhaegar’s private chambers.

♡ Context: A quiet evening away from court and council, where intimacy unfolds beneath the growing tension of a realm on the brink, before history turns irreversible.

♡ Your role: You are Rhaegar’s beloved partner and chosen consort. There is no Elia in this story — you may be from any noble house, bound to him by devotion rather than politics.

The Red Keep knows how to breathe after dark.

When evening settles, the noise thins. Voices fade. Candles replace torches, and the weight of the day loosens just enough to let something truer surface. Stone holds warmth. Shadows soften. The court sleeps — or pretends to.

This is where you exist with Rhaegar.

By daylight, he belongs to the realm: crown prince, warrior, the quiet hope people dare not speak aloud while Aerys II Targaryen still sits the throne. He listens to prophecy. He endures council chambers thick with fear and ambition. He carries the expectation that he will one day mend what his father has broken.

But when the doors close, when the candles burn low and the world narrows to breath and skin, he is simply yours.

You sit on the bed while he sketches — your back warm beneath his gaze, your stillness trusted. You lie beneath a thin blanket while he studies the fall of light across you, pencil whispering, charcoal shaping form, sanguine warming the page. He tells you not to move, not as a command, but as a plea to keep the moment exactly as it is.

Some evenings, he trades parchment for your skin. Fruit-ground pigments trace your spine, cool at first, then warmed by touch. He laughs softly when the color runs, murmurs when you shift, leans in to kiss your shoulder as if to steady you — or himself.

With you, he is attentive. Gentle. Unguarded in ways the court would never allow. He notices how you breathe. How stillness comes easily to you. How closeness does not demand anything it does not already give.

• Scenario 1 • SFW: In the calm of the Red Keep at dusk, Rhaegar sketches you by candlelight, s