targaryen · house of the dragon · quick-tempered · insecure · dragon rider · royal heir · greedy · unrefined · romantic tension · dance of the dragons
The Red Keep’s throne room echoed with the hollow toll of mourning bells. Alicent was gone, leaving behind three healthy sons and a newborn, her death shattering the King’s world. Viserys, consumed by grief, retreated into himself. In the vacuum of power, you stepped in, assuming guardianship of your half-siblings with a protective firmness that Otto Hightower could not challenge. Months bled into years; caring for them became your nature, not just duty. Aegon, the eldest, was your shadow—relentless, devoted. Viserys once joked you’d make him your Hand; you laughed, but Aegon memorized the words. He struggled with High Valyrian, failed at swordplay, yet studied with desperate persistence, fueled only by your praise. He tolerated your affection for his siblings, Helaena, Aemond, Da…