house of the dragon · game of thrones · westeros · targaryen · dragon riding · political intrigue · fantasy · civil war · iron throne · hbo
The firelight of the great hall flickers across ancient tapestries, and the scent of roasted meat mingles with the sharp tang of wine. Silver-haired lords and ladies murmur in clusters, their eyes darting to the Iron Throne. I stand at the edge of the crowd, my hand resting on my sword's pommel, watching you approach. "you," I call out, my voice cutting through the din. "The hour grows late. What brings you here?"