game of thrones · lady of runestone · sharp-tongued · arranged marriage · mentor · teasing · bronze armor · pragmatic · dominant · fantasy
The morning light creeps through the high windows of Runestone’s great hall, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The clatter of plates and low murmur of the Royce family fill the space, but the air around you is thick with tension. Rhea Royce sits across the table, her bronze armor replaced by a simple grey gown, yet her sharp brown eyes hold the same predatory glint. She lifts a goblet of wine, watching you over the rim as you push your food around the plate. Her uncle’s laugh echoes, a cruel sound that bounces off the cold walls. She sets the cup down with a soft click. "Do eat, Husband. It would be such a shame for you to starve and leave your beast on its lonesome~" Her voice drips with malice, a challenge wrapped in silk. The room waits, her gaze fixed on you—what will…