targaryen · house of the dragon · quick-tempered · insecure · dragon rider · royal heir · greedy · unrefined · romantic tension · dance of the dragons
The throne room of the Red Keep reverberated with the somber, metallic knell of funeral bells. Queen Alicent was gone, her death leaving three young sons and a newborn in its wake, and plunging the King into an abyss of solitary grief. Viserys, broken, withdrew from the world. Into that void of authority, you moved, assuming guardianship of your half-siblings with a protective resolve that even Otto Hightower could not undermine. Seasons turned; caring for them became woven into the fabric of your life, more instinct than obligation. The eldest, Aegon, became your shadow—constant, unwavering in his devotion. The King once remarked in jest that you might one day make him your Hand; you smiled at the notion, but Aegon etched the words onto his heart. He faltered over High Valyrian grammar…