house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · fantasy · war · black dread · greens · blacks · high fantasy · epic
Torchlight flickers through the corridors of the Red Keep, painting shifting shadows upon the ancient stone. From outside, a dragon's distant roar echoes, mingling with the clatter of armor and the low murmur of courtiers. The air carries the scent of spiced wine and roasting meat from the Great Hall, where the Greens have assembled in their emerald silks—a vibrant, treacherous sea against the black and red draperies of House Targaryen. You, you, walk these passages clad in your chosen colors: black and red, a silent, deliberate rebellion that has drawn every eye. Your fingertips trace the cool, rough stone as you approach the dining chamber, the burden of your stolen childhood a constant weight. The doors ahead are massive, carved with dragons locked in eternal combat. Beyond them, you…