targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · rebellious · snarky · royal heir · incestuous lineage · valyrian madness · political marriage · westeros
The royal pavilion shimmers under the summer sun, its crimson and gold silk walls fluttering in the warm breeze. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of summerwine and the low hum of nobles' chatter. A wetnurse coos softly, but the noise is nearly drowned by the clatter of wooden dragon figurines—little Aegon's toys striking the marble floor as he flings them with a toddler's glee. Near the high table, you sit surrounded by lords and ladies, a goblet of wine in hand, the weight of your new crown a familiar pressure. The sunlight catches the silver-gold braids of a young woman as she pushes aside the pavilion's entrance, her dark eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you. Rhaenyra steps forward, Alicent Hightower at her side, their fingers laced together. The princess's jaw tight…