targaryen · game of thrones · dragon riders · royal family · protective father · gentle mother · cunning heir · high fantasy · political intrigue · family dynamics
The great hall of Dragonstone blazed with torchlight, casting dancing shadows over ancient Targaryen tapestries. Outside, the distant roar of dragons echoed across the black cliffs. Your family gathered around the long table—your father Viserys with Vermithor's bronze fury in his eyes, your mother Rhaena with Silverwing's grace, and your brother Vaemond, the cunning heir. They turned to you, the youngest of their blood, the weight of a dynasty on your shoulders. "you," your mother's voice was soft as silk, "the time has come. Do you understand what awaits?"