Okay so. HOTD is actually incredibly difficult. Not because your personality was hard to place , honestly, you fit the world of House of the Dragon very well, but because half the women in this series are either underage for most of the timeline or dead before the time skip can let them properly develop into adults. Which is tragic for me personally because do you know who I immediately thought of? Laena Velaryon. Because genuinely? She would have suited you beautifully. Adventurous, emotionally intelligent, politically aware without being suffocating about it, open-minded, fiery, independent, fascinated by the unknown, capable of matching your intensity without trying to cage it. She also had enough warmth to balance out your tendency toward emotional self-containment. But alas, the writers robbed me. So I had to work with the surviving cast. Which left me with three major contenders pretty quickly:
Rhaenyra Targaryen
Rhaenys Targaryen
And surprisingly… Alicent Hightower
Though Alicent got eliminated fairly fast. Not because there wouldn't be chemistry. You both bottle things up until they become catastrophic. You both have a tendency to weaponize restraint until suddenly it snaps into emotional violence. You both also crave understanding while simultaneously making yourselves difficult to fully reach. However, she is far too restrained. Disciplined. Focused on an unwavering commitment to duty and responsibility. She wouldn’t be able to quite match your energy in your adventurousness, whimsy, and need for freedom. In many ways, her sense of duty would be your shackles.
Which then left me with Rhaenyra and Rhaenys. And listen. I KNOW you kin Rhaenyra. And I did deeply consider her because of the marked similarities between you two. You are both fiercely independent people who reject confinement instinctively. Both of you carry this underlying hunger for freedom and self-determination that overrides almost everything else. You hate being controlled. You hate being misunderstood. You hate being cornered into expectations you never agreed to. And Rhaenyra would understand that intimately. She would admire your intelligence immediately. Not just academic intelligence, either. Your strategic intelligence and social intelligence. You would stimulate her mentally in a way very few people could. Especially because Rhaenyra is one of the few HOTD women who could genuinely keep pace with your personality instead of being steamrolled by it. The polyamory aspect fits almost seamlessly there. But. There is one massive issue. Neither of you bends easily.
Because underneath your confidence, there is still that fear of abandonment. That tendency toward paranoia when emotionally threatened. The shutting down. The explosions when pushed too far. And Rhaenyra is equally as explosive. The first truly devastating argument between you would not end cleanly. It would become a battle for emotional dominance. Two proud people refusing vulnerability while simultaneously begging for reassurance in indirect ways. Your need for leadership and control would directly conflict with hers. So while I think Rhaenyra would absolutely be the relationship you'd be drawn toward instinctively… I don't think she's the woman who would actually stabilize you.
SO.
With all of that in mind. I am matching you with the woman I think would actually fit you best.
•──⋅☾Rhaenys Targaryen☽⋅──•
Unlike Rhaenyra, Rhaenys would never feel threatened by your need for autonomy. She does not compete for control. She commands respect differently. Rhaenys has already lived through the bitterness of being denied power she rightfully deserved. She has already endured humiliation, political betrayal, grief, and disappointment. And instead of becoming frantic for validation, she became still. Controlled. Sharp. Unmovable. There is something almost terrifying about the way she carries herself. Like the sea before a storm. Calm enough that people forget how dangerous it actually is. And I think you would love that.
Because despite your extroversion and humor and theatricality, you are constantly surrounded by noise. Internal noise. External noise. Anxiety. Hypervigilance. The pressure of always needing to be useful, intelligent, capable, entertaining, and dependable. Rhaenys would quiet that in you with her emotionally intelligent, calm, still disposition. You are someone who gives constantly. Advice. Energy. Protection. Leadership. Reassurance. You naturally become the emotional infrastructure for other people, however, Rhaenys wouldn’t need that crutch as she has already developed her own. She is also one of the only women in HOTD mature enough to handle your intensity without either trying to suppress it or getting consumed by it.
The relationship itself would honestly feel very "power couple haunting a castle together."
You rambling passionately about obscure histories while she listens with this subtle little smirk because she enjoys watching how animated you become.
Once Rhaenys decides you are hers emotionally, she becomes frighteningly protective. Not possessive in the smothering sense. But in the "I would burn kingdoms before allowing harm to touch you again" sense. Which for someone with your abandonment fears would feel both intoxicating and deeply healing. And unlike Rhaenyra, she would know when to stop an argument before it became cruelty. Because you need someone capable of remaining composed when you emotionally spiral. Someone who can withstand your fire without throwing more oil onto it.
There is also something fascinating about the contrast between the two of you aesthetically: you with your chaotic modern glamour. Rings, layered chains, black eyeliner and whatever else fuels your punk aesthetic. And Rhaenys’ elegant, restrained charm. Silver hair braided like armor. Ancient grief hidden behind elegance. A woman who learned long ago that survival often requires silence. You would pull emotion out of her, and in turn, she would pull stability out of you.
But just because she is composed does not mean she is passionless.
People forget that younger Rhaenys was canonically described as bold, spirited, adventurous, even somewhat mischievous. She claimed Meleys at thirteen, adored flying, traveled freely, and very clearly inherited the Targaryen taste for intensity and freedom. She is not a woman fundamentally chained to duty in the same suffocating way Alicent became. She would enjoy your more chaotic side rather than merely tolerate it. She would match your energy in everything:
The late-night wandering.
The impulsive adventures.
The fascination with the occult and the unknown.
And I think you could help her reconnect to that side of herself in her later years as well. You value freedom, curiosity, intensity, novelty, connection, exploration. You romanticize life itself. And Rhaenys, after decades of political disappointment and grief, would probably find that refreshing.
•──⋅☾Relationship Headcanons☽⋅──•
Prolonged dates on dragonback, escaping responsibility, and gliding over the city
Physical affection would be surprisingly grounding between you two. Forehead touches. Hand kisses. Sitting pressed against each other during long evenings. But nothing overt at least in public
You'd sit together in comfortable silence often. This would become one of her favourite things
Getting up to mischief together by pranking officials
The two of you would spend entire evenings speaking by candlelight about history, philosophy, politics, religion, warfare, dragonlore.
You are one of the only people capable of making her laugh loudly.
You are both extremely protective people, which means anyone threatening the other immediately becomes public enemy number one.
She teaches you how to weaponize composure.
Meleys absolutely likes you before she likes most people. ~
Okay so. Kuroshitsuji manga spoilers ahead. Like an aggressive amount.
This matchup was simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing imaginable because the moment I finished reading your personality, one name immediately planted itself in my brain and refused to leave. So I am not even going to preamble here and just get straight to the point.
•──⋅☾UnderTaker☽⋅──•
Usually, when I match someone with Undertaker, there’s at least some hesitation involved. Some internal debate. A desperate attempt to steer them toward somebody safer. Not here. No, because the deeper I got into your personality, the more horrifyingly coherent this dynamic became. You are exactly the kind of person Undertaker would become catastrophically obsessed with.
At first glance, I actually considered a few other options, namely Sebastian and Madam Red. But nothing matched quite on the same visceral level.
Most humans fear Undertaker because they sense something fundamentally wrong about him. Something ancient. Unnatural. Like standing too close to an open grave and realizing something inside it is staring back. However, I do fear the sheer uncanniness would merely pique your curiosity.
Because Undertaker is deeply accustomed to being perceived as either a joke or a monster. You would perceive him as a person, which becomes ultimately the most dangerous act of compassion.
You would begin as an oddity to him. A fascinating little creature wandering willingly into crypts and paranormal circles with far too much confidence and far too little survival instinct. The type of person who asks forbidden questions simply because everyone else is too afraid to ask them. He would adore that.
I could see the wide range and depth of conversations the two of you would have: Religion. Mortality. The soul. History. Grief. Hours and hours and hours spent speaking beneath candlelight while London sleeps around you. His eccentric and often unhinged perspective strikes your interest and your hunger for more. Undertaker would indulge every strange interest you possess without judgment. Your haunted dolls? He’d probably start bringing you more. Ancient relics. Funeral jewelry. Preserved oddities from centuries long buried. Little treasures wrapped carefully in black silk like courting gifts from some unhinged magpie.
Which. Respectfully. Is probably the worst thing that could possibly happen to you. Because Undertaker does not love gently. He loves the way the ocean drowns. It is all-consuming with depths that extend well beyond just mere obsession.
You are both profoundly lonely people terrified of loss in entirely different ways. Undertaker fears loss because he has already experienced too much of it. You fear loss because abandonment carved itself into your nervous system before you ever had the chance to protect yourself from it. And that energy would compound on each other to a degree that I am not too sure would even be healthy. Because Undertaker would never leave you. That is both the appeal and the horror of loving him. You’d catch him staring at you. Not romantically. Not lustfully. More like he is already grieving you before you are gone. Because no matter how deeply he loves you, part of him will always be waiting for your death. Terrified of it. Obsessed with preventing it. Inevitably consumed by it.
Which means eventually, inevitably, the line between devotion and possession would begin to blur. You would become the center of his world in an almost religious sense. He would preserve little pieces of you constantly. Locks of hair. Jewelry you touched frequently. Notes written in your handwriting. Photographs. Audio recordings. Personal belongings stored away with almost sacred reverence. But eventually, he’d start trying to preserve your flesh. It wouldn’t be long before you just become another one of his dolls to him. Perfect. Unchanging. Eternal. Not human.
Someone to cultivate. To worship until his kissed become posion. Until the fire of his obsession consumes him and motivates drastic actions. Actions you may not entirely agree with. Actions you may not wish for yourself. But by then it is already too late.
•─────⋅☾ Head Canons ☽⋅─────•
He absolutely enables your paranormal interests instead of discouraging them, and probably delights in bringing around genuine frights, monsters, and spiritus to challenge you.
Not that I believe you’d ever be in actual danger. Not with the protection of a reaper. However, I do think he would blur the line between a practical joke and going a bit too far.
You would absolutely catch him watching you sleep at least once, even though he never seems to sleep himself.
His idea of a romantic date is fitting you for a coffin and helping him decorate it.
He respects your autonomy more than people expect (at least before the obsession burns too hotly), but becomes terrifyingly possessive if he believes someone may harm you.
The tension between your desire for freedom and his fear of losing you would become one of the defining conflicts of the relationship. And it is a conflict I can only hope you escape from before he eventually takes that autonomy from you.
He memorizes your habits frighteningly quickly.
Weird serial-killer coded gifts. Dead animals at your doorstep. Human remains wrapped in a black velvet bow. Embalming fluid.
he would quietly remove perceived threats behind your back without telling you. You find your nightly strolls around london to be pleasantly devoid of people.
Your relationship would feel less like dating and more like accidentally binding yourself to an ancient entity in exchange for eternal devotion.
