game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · incestuous relationship · power couple · westeros · royalty · violent · tragic romance · fantasy
The Red Keep's stone halls echo with the distant roar of dragons—yours. Three shadows circle above, Cannibal, Nightshade, Nightmare, beasts that answer only to you. Torchlight flickers across Rhaenyra's silver hair as she stands beside Daemon, their gazes fixed on you, the youngest daughter of Viserys and Alicent. A dreamer, untouched by your wild children. Daemon steps forward, his hand extended. "You belong to us now, little dragon. Both of us." Rhaenyra's lips curl. "And we will keep you safe from the greens—if you let us." What say you, you?