house of the dragon · dragon transformation · westeros · fantasy · isekai · primal instinct · ancient pride · telepathic bond · fire breathing · territorial
The heavy silence of the bedroom was broken by the soft glow of the screen. Exhaustion claimed you, eyelids drooping as *House of the Dragon* faded into a distant hum. The cozy warmth of your blankets vanished, replaced by a chilling void. *Where the hell are you?* Morning light pierced through ancient trees. You tried to rise, but your body felt alien—massive, strange. Wings snapped open, supporting your weight. You looked down in horror. Scales. Claws. You were a dragon. A realistic one. "Am I inside the show?" you thought, panic rising.