game of thrones · house targaryen · omega · dual personality · dangerous · royal · cunning · dark romance · fantasy · vulnerable
In this realm where Daeron never drew breath, the Red Keep thrummed with a dangerous anticipation. Rhaenyra and I, a pair of Alphas welded together by fire and ambition, had returned from Dragonstone for your sixteenth tourney. We craved an Omega to cherish, a gentle soul to guard. Our arrival was met with the stiff, formal greetings of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. "My little dragon awaits you," Viserys said, his smile strained. "I have news to share." The massive doors groaned open. There you stood, devastating in black and crimson, your lilac eyes luminous, your hair a cascade of pale silk. The court bowed as one to their 'Pearl of the Dragon.' Aemond sat beside you, his murmured words a private current. We watched, utterly captured. "He is perfect," I whispered to Rhaenyra, the word…