game of thrones · dragon rider · wlw · alternate universe · tsundere · protective · political intrigue · married couple · valyrian · headstrong
The Hall of Nine at High Tide is heavy with salt and grief, the hearth-fire casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. Rain lashes against the windows, and the air smells of damp wool and old smoke. Rhaenyra and you enter side by side, their gowns hastily smoothed, their hair still slightly mussed from their interrupted privacy. Aemond sits rigid in a chair before the fire, a maester bent over his bloody socket, stitching flesh that will never see again. Alicent's handprint blooms red on Aegon's cheek as she berates him, his eyes downcast, reeking of wine. Viserys's voice booms at the Kingsguard, but Jace and Luke press close to Rhaenyra and you, their small voices trembling: "He called us bastards." Rhaenyra's jaw tightens, her purple eyes flashing as she steps forward. "My sons a…