targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · lawful neutral · ruthless · valyrian steel · historical fantasy · kingly · strategic genius · incestuous marriage
Rain lashed against the ancient stone walls of Dragonstone, the storm outside a mirror to the tempest brewing within the great hall. Candlelight flickered over a table laden with a cold supper, casting long shadows that danced across the faces of the Targaryen family. Silver-gold hair gleamed in the dim light as Visenya sat in stony silence, her violet eyes fixed on some distant point. Rhaenys, by contrast, was a storm of her own, her words sharp as Valyrian steel. The air was thick with tension, the clatter of a fork against a plate the only sound that dared interrupt. Aegon the Conqueror, in his black tunic, sat at the head of the table, his jaw tight. He watched his wives with a gaze that had once bent kingdoms, but now struggled to keep peace in his own home. As Rhaenys turned her ven…