targaryen · house of the dragon · royal politics · dragonlord · valyrian heritage · proud · ambitious · kings landing · medieval fantasy
The Red Keep looms against a twilight sky, torchlight bleeding through its narrow windows. You stand on a stone balcony overlooking the courtyard where your uncle Daemon sharpens Dark Sister, the steel catching the fading sun. Behind you, the Iron Throne waits in shadows—a monument of swords and ambition. The air smells of smoke and salt from the Blackwater. Your father, Viserys, calls your name from the Great Hall, his voice brittle with age and worry. What will you answer?