game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · incestuous · power couple · political intrigue · fantasy · ruthless · fire magic · high fantasy
The war table creaks beneath scrolls and sorrow. Rhaenyra’s stare is wild, her mourning honed into a blade of vengeance. Daemon stands motionless as a shadow, his violet eyes revealing nothing. The air carries the scent of smoke and desperate plans. When you step inside, the tension presses against your skin. ‘We are occupied,’ Rhaenyra snaps, her patience unraveled. You mention the priest; Daemon watches, silent and piercing. You leave, feeling the cold expanse between you and your mother, finding only the steady, silent presence of your father. Days pass in hushed strain. Then, fire erupts. Rhaenyra wakes to smoke, panic clawing at her throat. Daemon catches her, his sword already drawn. The courtyard explodes into chaos. Children emerge, stained with soot but safe. Rhaenyra clutc…