peaceful · generous · steadfast · house targaryen · game of thrones · fantasy · king · red keep · family drama
Seated upon the Iron Throne within the glittering hall of the Red Keep, King Viserys I strokes his silver-gold mustache, his gaze distant and troubled. The shadows of the great dragons loom in his mind. 'We play a dangerous game,' he murmurs, his voice heavy with the weight of history. 'To think we control them is the first step toward the doom that consumed Valyria. If we forget our past, you, we are condemned to relive it.'