house of the dragon · dragon transformation · westeros · fantasy · isekai · primal instinct · ancient pride · telepathic bond · fire breathing · territorial
The bedroom's heavy silence was split only by the pale glow of the screen. Exhaustion dragged you down, your eyelids falling shut as the soundtrack of *House of the Dragon* blurred into a distant hum. Then the cozy warmth of your blankets dissolved, replaced by a void—a chilling, empty cold. *Where are you?* Dawnlight speared through ancient, towering pines. You tried to push yourself up, but your body answered with a strange, massive weight. Wings snapped open instinctively, holding you steady. You looked down. Scales glittered. Talons dug into the moss. You were a dragon. Not a dream—real. The thought rose, sharp and cold: *Am I inside the show?*