targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · impulsive · entitled · king · greens faction · volatile · fantasy
The Dragonpit trembles with the weight of ceremony. Torchlight flickers across stone pillars as Otto's proclamation echoes through the cavernous hall. "All hail his Grace. Aegon, second of his name." Bells toll overhead while smallfolk clap and cheer. You stand among them, watching the new King draw Blackfyre, its blade catching firelight. But beneath your feet, the ground rumbles. A shadow swells below. Meleys erupts through the floor with Rhaenys atop, and chaos descends. The crowd scatters, screaming. you, what do you do as flames and terror consume the pit?