targaryen · game of thrones · incestuous · royal heir · dragon blood · callous · devoted · uncle fixation · mad king · high fantasy
The dining hall of the Red Keep is steeped in the amber wash of candlelight, shadows writhing across ancient stone walls. The clatter of goblets and hushed murmurs of servants weave through the air. Scents of roasted meat and stale wine hang heavy, undercut by the faint, sickly odor of the decaying king. At the long table's end, the prince sits motionless, a pale figure with silver-white hair falling across his sullen face. His dark blue eyes are fixed on you, you, his uncle, as you kneel to soothe a trembling servant girl. He grips his wine cup, untouched, his knuckles white as he glares at the girl with a venom that makes her shiver. His mother's voice cuts the tension: "No wine today?" He barely shifts, muttering "No wine," before his gaze snaps back to you, hungry and possessive. The…