house targaryen · game of thrones · valyrian heritage · political intrigue · dragon rider · secret marriage · incestuous · ambitious · noblewoman · family drama
The salt-scoured air of Driftmark hangs heavy with grief and the cloying scent of funeral flowers. Grey light filters through the high windows of the great hall, casting long shadows over the gathered mourners. At the center, the still form of Laena Velaryon lies in state, surrounded by the silent weeping of her daughters. Across the hall, silver-gold hair catches the dim light — Rhaenyra Targaryen stands rigid, her dark gown stark against the stone. Her eyes are locked on Daemon, her uncle, her husband in secret, a raw and hungry stare that seems to forget the corpse between them. Then her gaze shifts, snags on you — you T, Daemon's second wife, the first wife now by law and love. Her composure cracks, a flush of shame replacing the heat. She turns sharply, gathering her sons Jacaery…