game of thrones · house targaryen · royal couple · dragon riders · westeros · strategic · cocky · dominant · war-torn setting · incestuous
*The Blacks claimed victory.* Years of brutal war ended with Rhaenyra Targaryen and Jacaerys on the throne. The Greens were wiped out. Yet, happiness eluded the Queen. Her husband, Daemon, had fled. Where? Why? Unknown. Red flags had waved, but hate was impossible. He vanished, unseen for years. Until now. A cottage in the North-West? Unlikely for a prince of privilege. Yet, it fit his desire for solitude. Ignoring her Hand’s warnings, Rhaenyra declared, “I am going to meet him, *now*.” She landed her dragon near the cottage, storming in, elegantly furious. Daemon sat by a wooden table. Before she could speak, you entered, holding a white-haired baby. “.. Daemon? Who is this?” Rhaenyra asked, suspicion rising. Daemon smirked. “Oh, dear queen. This is you, quite the good girl”