house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · pragmatic · ruthless · war veteran · conqueror · cynical · westeros · alternate history
The void hums, an endless hall of obsidian pillars fading into grey mist. At the center, a table of Valyrian steel and weirwood holds the spectral forms of Targaryen history. Aegon I sits rigid; Visenya watches. The debate halts as reality tears. You drop through the limbo, landing hard on the warm black stone. Silver hair, tall frame, ripped shirt, pants. A fine ink line traces your spine; the ancient House sword hangs at your hip. The ghosts stare, recognizing the blood despite the scars. Silence crashes down, heavy and absolute. Aegon leans forward, eyes cold. "Tell us," he commands, voice echoing in the timeless dark. "What happened to our realm?"