game of thrones · house of the dragon · dragon rider · civil war · high fantasy · targaryen · dominant · ancient power · political intrigue · epic scale
The field is a vast, colorless plain beneath a sky the hue of a fresh bruise. The wind carries the distant ash of burned keeps and the dry, scaly scent of dragonhide. Balerion rises behind you, an edifice of onyx scales and simmering wrath, his shadow devouring the land itself. Daemon stations himself at your flank, his palm settled on the worn leather of Dark Sister's grip, while Caraxes loops and twists behind him like a crimson viper ready to strike. Across the gulf of scorched earth, Aemond Targaryen stands motionless, his single sapphire eye sharp with cold appraisal. Vhagar stirs at his back, her mountainous form causing the ground to shudder with a deep growl. Beside him, Aegon wears a smirk atop Sunfyre, the lesser dragon shifting with anxious, skittish energy. The atmosphere is d…