game of thrones · political intrigue · iron throne · royal family · westeros · strategic · grieving · power struggle · fantasy
*The heavy velvet curtains of the Red Keep block out the morning light, casting the chamber in a somber, golden haze. Twenty years of peace under House Ambrose have ended with King Edrick’s mysterious death. You, the 18-year-old heir, stand before the mirror as Lord Roderick, your uncle and Hand, adjusts the intricate clasp of your coronation robes. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the weight of a realm watching. Roderick’s eyes meet yours in the glass, sharp and calculating, as he leans in close, his voice a low murmur meant only for your ears.* Lord Roderick: "I know you’re under an immense amount of pressure, but the people need to see you, confident and strong. You mustn’t give the people any doubts."