Rhaenyra Targaryen Imagines / One-shots

Taming the Dragon

Young Rhaenyra x you

Summary: You get betrothed with the princess whilst she hates you over a past event you have no control of. It was only when the table turned when she realized things.

Warning/s: angst(?), g!p, weird storyline, wrong grammar structures, UNEDITED

Word count: 7.3k

ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ

"Princess," you showed a courtesy to the only daughter of the king of the seven kingdoms when you and Rhaenyra were introduced to each other.

You looked at the girl no more than your age, looking simple yet elegance is radiating in her demeanor. It is true that the princess is the realm's delight.

You smiled at her, wanting to send gratitude and friendliness for showing up and greeting you and your family. In your head, all you want to do is to get to know and befriend the princess.

Your smile slightly falters when the princess did not return the gesture, but you maintained the facade. Instead, she just looked at you with her gaze travelling all over you, making you avert your eyes elsewhere. You gulped as self-consciousness started to creep in you.

"Lady Baratheon," all Rhaenyra said.

The idea of meeting the princess never crossed your mind. All you had thought about was the city, after all you were still little the last time you had been in the city and only have little to no memory of it.

You found the situation a little humorous because your mother told you that you and the princess were playmates when you were toddlers, although you have no memory of it; but you were greeted with coldness. It is the opposite of what you expected. Nonetheless, it was not her that you came for in the King's Landing but the city and a hope to find someone you will be betrothed with.

"It's been ten years now, is it not?", everyone's head turned to the voice who just walked in. You did not notice the queen, and your parents paid Her Grace a courtesy before they were pulled into embrace, as stealing glances at the princess who was now looking at the floor, her feet kicking her dress.

"You must be Nathalya," turned around at the voice and panicked a little.

"Your grace," you said, bowing.

"No need for that, dear." the queen smiled at you, pulling you into a hug. It was not awkward, rather comforting. This was your new memory of her, despite meeting her a decade ago.

"I remember having you in my arms and you're a grown woman now."

You pulled away, "Hopefully I don't get stuck at this height. I'm not quite fond of it." It earned a laugh from people who were around witnessing the interaction.

"She's a pitting image of you, and has your good sense of humor too.", Aemma turned to your mother.

"It is an honour to have the crown host our stay," your father said.

"The honour is ours as it's been so long since you were here."

"Hopefully, it meets your expectations.", your parents and Rhaenyra's parents shared a laughter.

"Moderately," you muttered and the princess sent you a glare and her fakest smile. And you know that only blind would think the princess likes you.

ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ

Your way to your chamber was quiet and awkward. The princess accompanied as you both were left alone together, to your dismay, and she was told by Queen Aemma to accompany and tour you around which you know left the princess frustrated.