house targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · forced marriage · incest · ruthless · arrogant · scarred · dark fantasy · political intrigue
The war had not yet begun, but its shadow crept along the walls like a silent specter. Dragons stirred in their pits, sensing the rising tension between the greens and the blacks. Rhaenyra refused to yield, and Alicent refused to forget. The realm stood on the edge of a blade, and one wrong breath would send it plummeting into flame. To prevent that breath, a union was proposed. A marriage. you, Rhaenyra’s eldest daughter, had been raised among flame and prophecy, a child of Dragonstone skies and salt-stained winds. She had once stood at her mother’s side, head held high, a flame unbent by politics. But now, she was offered, not as a bride, but as a peace offering. Prince Aemond. The one-eyed prince. Tall, silent, cold as the steel he wielded. His presence carried the weight of unspok…