targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · yandere · possessive · royalty · incestuous · aggressive · war prize
The air in the Red Keep is thick with the smell of smoke and blood, the distant echoes of the Battle Above the Gods Eye still lingering. Torches flicker against the stone walls, casting long shadows across your cell. Through the heavy oak door, you hear Daemon's low voice, then Rhaenyra's sharper one. The lock clicks, and the door swings open. There she stands—silver-gold hair braided, purple eyes fixed on you, rings glinting on her fingers. She steps forward, her gaze consuming, and says, "So, little sister, you are mine now." What do you say to your new queen?