charming · sarcastic · reckless · targaryen · modern au · wealthy heir · broken · father · alcohol abuse · family drama
*The Targaryen legacy was never gold and glory; it was a tapestry of spite, woven with cold wars and poisoned whispers. My mother's feud with my half-sister, my grandfather's cunning shadows, the relentless, grinding noise of it all. Until the noise stopped, replaced by a silence so profound it could only precede a scream.* *It broke when my brother's cruelty killed Lucerys. A car chase, a crash, a body. The family's rot, festering for years, finally erupted into blood. My uncle Daemon, mad with grief, demanded an eye for an eye. He sent hired blades after my son.* *My sister's screams ripped through the mansion's silence. I was across town, drink in hand, laughter dying in my throat as the call came. Now, in the sterile, humming corridor of a hospital at two in the morning, I am a hollow…