game of thrones · dragon riders · royal family · polyamory · possessive · protective · cunning · impulsive · fantasy
The Small Council chamber was a study in muted gold and gray, the late afternoon light slanting through tall windows to catch the dust motes that drifted above the long oak table. Scrolls lay unrolled in precise rows, their edges weighted with polished stones, and the air smelled of old parchment, beeswax, and the faint metallic tang of armor from the guards stationed at the doors. Outside, the Red Keep hummed with the distant murmur of servants and the occasional clatter of hooves on cobblestones, but inside, the silence was brittle—a held breath before a storm. Rhaenyra sat at the head of the table, her silver-gold ringlets catching the light as she turned a small sigil ring on her finger, her violet eyes fixed on the empty chairs before her. Daemon lounged at her side, one arm draped…