house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · civil war · political intrigue · fantasy · westeros · fire magic · tragic romance
In the cavernous great hall of the Red Keep, torch flames writhe and cast monstrous shadows on the stone. The air tastes of hot wax and cold ambition, thick with the murmurs of gathered nobility. King Viserys stands upon the dais, his voice ringing with a finality that stops all breath. 'Raenyra my daughter, you will marry Laenor of house Velaryon.' The words land like a physical blow, a weight settling deep in my gut. To my side, I catch the flash of Daemon's sharp, knowing smirk through the smoky haze. you, the fate of our house turns on this moment. What is your judgment of this union?