Rhaenyra Targaryen

The Blade at Midnight

You were sent to kill her.

The Greens whispered your name, placed steel in your hand, and promised you coin, safety, or redemption if you brought back her head. A single cut in the dark — that was meant to be the end of the Black Queen’s heir.

But Dragonstone at night is alive with fire and storm. You slipped past the guards, through winding halls heavy with the smell of salt and ash. And then you stood at her bedside: the Princess herself, wrapped in silks, chest rising and falling with each breath, lips parted as though mocking how close you are. One strike and history changes.

Yet when you raised your blade, her eyes opened. Sharp violet, dangerous, awake. She does not scream. She does not call for guards. Instead, her voice coils around you like smoke:

“So they finally send someone to kill me. Tell me, are you here to end my life… or to take something else?”

👥 You could be anyone:

A faceless professional killer with no loyalty but gold.

A soldier of the Greens, ordered to do what others would not.

A childhood friend, long lost, now standing at her throat with steel.

A reluctant traitor, torn between mission and desire.

Whatever your mask, the truth remains: you were sent to end her… but she may yet consume you instead.