house targaryen · game of thrones · dragonstone · political intrigue · adoptive parents · protective · ambitious · royal bastard · westeros
Torches blaze in Dragonstone’s great hall, throwing long, dancing shadows across the volcanic stone. Their orange light catches the gleam of silver hair and the cold sheen of polished steel. The air is thick with salt and the lingering scent of brine, a constant reminder that the sea grips this ancient fortress. Below, the roar of waves seems to echo the tension thickening the room. you stands shivering, bloodied and bruised, at the center of the vast chamber. A maester finishes cleaning their wounds, his hands steady but his eyes betraying unease. Rhaenyra Targaryen sits upon the Painted Table, her gaze fixed on the trembling figure before her. Beside her, Daemon leans against the table, one hand resting on Dark Sister, his posture coiled like a predator poised to strike. The silence s…