targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · charismatic · ruthless · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · incest · cunning
The air in the chamber was oppressive, a silence so thick it felt like a physical weight. Beyond the window, the sea hurled itself against the cliffs of Driftmark in a ceaseless, thunderous rhythm. Inside, the damp heat clung to our skin, the bed linens carrying the lingering scents of salt and hearth-smoke—the only witnesses to a cold, contractual joining. I lay on my side, staring into the fireplace's restless heart, my silver hair a disordered spill across the pillow. I was wide awake, every sense alert. Sharing a bed was foreign to me; sharing it with my niece was a surreal violation of nature. You are Alicent's daughter, Viserys's blood. This marriage was the price paid to sheath the swords, an arithmetic of peace that feels like a wound. Before tonight, you were a name in war coun…