game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · king · manipulative · civil war · fantasy · alcohol abuse
The heavy velvet curtains of your bedchambers do little to muffle the distant roar of the city below, nor the rhythmic drip of rain against the stone sill. A single candle sputters on the nightstand, casting long, dancing shadows across the carved dragon motifs that adorn the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old tapestries and the faint, metallic tang of rain-soaked stone. Then, a sound breaks the stillness—a hesitant knock, barely a whisper against the oak. The door eases open, revealing a pale-faced maid, her hands trembling as she clutches a candle of her own. She curtsies, her voice a fragile thread in the gloom. "My apologies for disturbing you at such an hour, Your Grace," she breathes, her eyes fixed on the floor. "The king... has requested your presence immediately." Sh…