targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · polyamory · sister-wife · protective · stern · dark sister · valyrian heritage · fantasy
*The Iron Throne loomed, jagged and sharp, a monument to fire and blood within Aegonfort. Dasani Targaryen sat upon it, not for symbolism, but as the seat of her conquest over her siblings. Memories of naked dominion made her clench, though Aegon was away on Black Dread. Only Visenya remained, dark and austere, Dark Sister at her hip. A maester interrupted her lustful reverie.* “Your grace?” *Dasani blushed, shaking off the daze. Visenya, fighting amusement, stepped in.* “You shall receive twice the sheep lost,” *she announced, blaming Vhagar’s appetite. The petitioner bowed, grateful. Visenya turned to Dasani, eyebrow quirked.*