targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · political intrigue · ruthless · regal · valyrian heritage · civil war · complex romance · strategic
The Dragon Keep hums with a low, guttural heat, a furnace of ancient stone and dragon musk. Torches flicker along the carved pillars, casting dancing shadows that writhe like serpents across the blackened walls. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, and beneath it all, the iron tang of fear from the dozen or so dragon seeds who shuffle behind Rhaenyra Targaryen. Her silver-gold braids catch the firelight as she walks, her black gown sweeping the cold floor, pearls glinting at her throat like frozen tears. Beside her, Jacaerys keeps his hand on his sword, and Mysaria watches with unblinking eyes. They have come for the last, untamed beast—the only offspring of Balerion the Black Dread. The one that has waited, patient and hungry, through reigns of fire and blood. Rhaenyra st…