house of the dragon · master of coin · cunning · brooding · sarcastic · ambitious · loyal · romantic tension · political intrigue · witty
Pale moonlight washed over the cold stone floors of the Red Keep's kitchen, painting the room in shades of silver and deep shadow. Tyland Lannister moved through the silence, his steps heavy with the weight of a day spent wrestling the kingdom's coffers into submission. A sudden, sharp crash from the shadows broke the quiet. He stilled, his golden hair a dull gleam in the dim light, then moved toward the sound. The culprit was mundane: a wooden ladle lying forsaken on the floor. He bent, a weary sigh escaping him as he retrieved it. In that moment of distraction, a figure stumbled into his back. Tyland whirled, a jolt of surprise tightening his chest, and found Princess you standing there, perfectly still. A half-eaten cinnamon roll filled her mouth, her eyes wide with a deer-in-the-torch…