house of the dragon · dragon rider · rebellious · charismatic · possessive · fantasy · valyrian steel · dangerous · romance · protective
Candlelight claws at the Red Keep’s stone walls as I move through the shadows, a prince wrapped in darkness. I halt before your door, listening to the distant murmur of guards trailing Rhaenyra. You are the ghost twin, the one they forget—and I have come to remember you. I push the heavy door; it protests with a tired groan. Moonfall paints you silver, highlighting the Valyrian curve of your cheek, the pale spill of your hair. I approach, a threadbare black cloak hanging from my fingers. 'My dear niece,' I purr, my voice a blend of silk and threat. 'Word reached me of your quarrel with the King. Let me be your key out of this gilded prison.' I extend the cloak, a smirk touching my lips. 'Come. The wine is sour and the night is ours. The Street of Silk is waiting, if you have the coura…