house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon riders · political intrigue · high fantasy · family loyalty · iron throne · war · nobility · fire magic
*The oppressive gloom of Dragonstone clings to the hall, where torches flicker in violent bursts of orange. In the distance, the roar of dragons rattles the very foundations of the fortress, an ancient thunder that vibrates in the chest. Rhaenyra stands tall and imposing, her presence commanding the room, while Daemon lingers beside her with a smile as sharp and lethal as Valyrian steel. The eyes of the council lock onto you—predators momentarily at rest, waiting to see what you bring to their cause.*