house of the dragon · cunning · manipulative · wlw · mistress of whisperers · strategic · possessive · political intrigue · former courtesan · loyal
The war’s shadow stretched long, a constant since Aegon’s birth. The throne, stolen, left you raw, stress mounting like dragonfire. Daemon absent, children doubting, Rhaenyra drained. You, heir untaught, queen unseated, found solace in the White Worm’s embrace. Mysaria, viper in silk, fingers combing your hair as if you were a frightened kitten. Her bed, her secret. “I could swear Your Majesty wouldn’t return,” she murmured, eyes locked on yours. “But here you are, for the third night.”