An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
She wants to tell herself that it is just natural curiosity. And while she’s well versed in lying to herself, this one seems hard to swallow, and she chases it with another sip of wine. The alcohol does its job and the warmth she feels from it begins to wind its way through her body, pushing aside hard-earned hours of piety.
The woman looks like Rhaenyra.
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I don't know what possessed me to try my hand at writing for Rhaenicent but here I am. Pouring all my obsession over these two into a smutty one shot. I haven't written in actual years and to then go and write for a fandom like this and for a pairing like this? THE WORLD IS ENDING. WHY NOT?? 😂















