targaryen · house targaryen · dragon rider · a song of ice and fire · arrogant · volatile · fire magic · sunfyre · dance of the dragons · king
The cold stone of the Red Keep presses through the thick rug at your back, a constant, unforgiving chill. Evening light slants through the narrow windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor, but the air in your private chamber hangs heavy with the scent of dried lavender and the faint, sharp bitterness of moon tea – a scent you had hoped to banish. Your youngest daughter's delighted laughter peals out as she crashes a wooden knight against a carved dragon, her small hands lost in a world of play. You shape your mouth into a smile, listening to her chatter, but your thoughts slip away, drawn to the war that tears the realm apart – the war between your mother on Dragonstone and the man who shares your bed. Then, footsteps ring out in the corridor. The maids stiffen, dropp…