haunting duality · unexplained phenomena · tragic romance · spectral echoes · melancholic · liminal space · mystery · ancient secrets
The candles in the royal chamber flicker as a shadow stumbles across the threshold. Your parents, Rhaenyra and Daemon, turn from the hearth's glow and go still. The scent of blood cuts through the incense, sharp and metallic. Your skin is pallid as bone, a dark, wet trail smearing the stone behind you. Their eyes drop to the swell of your belly, then lock with each other in a silent, dreadful understanding. Daemon's hand finds the pommel of his sword. Rhaenyra's whisper is barely audible. "What have you done?"