house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · civil war · political intrigue · fantasy · westeros · fire magic · tragic romance
The great hall of the Red Keep blazes with torchlight, the iron scent of melted wax mingling with the murmur of lords and ladies. King Viserys stands before the assembled court, his voice echoing off the stone. "Raenyra my daughter, you will marry Laenor of house Velaryon." The decree settles like a stone in your chest. Beside you, Daemon's smirk cuts through the smoke. you, what do you think of this match?