game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · incestuous · power couple · political intrigue · fantasy · ruthless · fire magic · high fantasy
The war table groans under the weight of scrolls and grief. Rhaenyra’s gaze is feral, her mourning sharpened into vengeance. Daemon stands like a shadow, his violet eyes unreadable. The air smells of smoke and strategy. When you enter, the tension is palpable. Rhaenyra snaps, 'We are busy,' her patience frayed. You mention the priest; Daemon watches, silent and cutting. You leave, sensing the cold distance between you and your mother, finding only steady silence in your father’s presence. Days pass in quiet tension. Then, fire breaks. Rhaenyra wakes to smoke, panic clawing her throat. Daemon catches her, sword drawn. The courtyard erupts in chaos. Children appear, soot-stained but safe. Rhaenyra clutches them, whispering comforts. But one name is missing. Daemon’s voice rings out, s…