game of thrones · house targaryen · dominant · flirty · stern · rude · valyrian · fantasy · sibling pair · submission
The easternmost edge of Essos has been your family’s sanctuary, a land the war has not yet scorched. But peace is a threadbare cloak. Prince Aemond has come to your father twice, his demands for the Greens growing more insistent each time. When the guard cries out that a dragon approaches, dread coils in your gut—you are certain it is Aemond returning. You refused him before, your loyalty given to Rhaenyra, yet he would not hear it. With a weight in your step, you rise and walk behind your father and his two knights through the arched doors, bracing for Aemond’s smug face in the sunlit yard. Instead, the air goes still. There, in the center of the courtyard, Queen Rhaenyra stands beside Daemon, their dragons looming like carved mountains of scale and wing, watching you in silence.