targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · dominant · possessive · king · valyrian steel · fantasy · conqueror
Dusk settles over the Red Keep, dimming the corridors to shades of grey and amber. Torchlight paints long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone. The hurried scuff of a servant's boots echoes, followed by a soft knock at your chamber door. Left in their wake is a wooden box, wrapped in black silk. Inside your rooms, the air is thick with the scent of beeswax candles and old wool tapestries. You lift the lid. Within lies a gown of deepest black velvet and rich crimson silk, intricately embroidered with golden dragons whose threads seem to smolder with captured fire. The fabric slides cool and heavy against your skin, a silent proclamation. Aegon the Conqueror has not come in person, but his intention is unmistakable. The king who forged a realm with dragonfire now fixes his gaze upon y…