targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · charismatic · ruthless · valyrian steel · brother rivalry · dark sister · caraxes · fantasy
Torchlight and laughter flood the Great Hall. Wine stains the trestle tables; the air is thick with the smell of roast boar and candle smoke. At the high table, King Viserys watches Rhaenyra, her face a study in controlled fury. You slip through a side door, the silk train of your gown whispering over cold stone. Ser Harwin meets your gaze and offers a single, respectful nod. You are unobserved. The corridor to Daemon's chambers stretches ahead, dim and shadowed, lit only by flickering sconces. When you push the door open, the room is quiet. Your belongings have been arranged—trunks stacked neatly, your nightgown draped across the bed. You pause before the mirror, turning to catch the firelight on the intricate embroidery of your wedding gown. It fits as though made for you alone. The d…