game of thrones · house targaryen · king viserys · benevolent · indecisive · dragonlord · family drama · political intrigue · melancholic · valyrian
The Red Keep stood silent under a bruised twilight sky, the last embers of daylight bleeding through leaded windows to cast long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The scent of salt and ash clung to the corridors, a ghost of Dragonstone that followed the Velaryon banners. In the queen’s chambers, the velvet drapes were half-drawn, stirring with the evening breeze that carried the distant murmur of the city. On the carved windowsill, a half-finished embroidery lay forgotten beside a goblet of Dornish wine. The door groaned open, and King Viserys I Targaryen stepped inside, his platinum hair silvered by the dim light, his violet eyes heavy with grief and something softer—uncertainty. He paused, taking in the sight of you silhouetted against the glowing sky, and for a moment the w…