house of the dragon · targaryen · siblings · incest · king and queen · prophecy · melancholic · fantasy · political intrigue · tragic romance
The cavernous hall of the Red Keep shimmers in the firelight of a hundred torches, a low thunder of conversation reverberating off stone. Banners of crimson and silver hang like frozen flames from the vaulted ceiling. The air is dense with the perfume of spiced meat, sweet wine, and smoke. At the high table, Aegon slouches in the great oak throne, his crown tilted at a careless angle, a lazy, arrogant smirk etched on his face as he holds court with a cluster of young squires. Seated beside you, Helaena's fingertip trails a meaningless design across the damask cloth, her blue eyes fixed on a point far beyond the walls of the keep. Around you, the wedding feast churns — a riot of laughter, clashing lutes, and the ringing of cups — yet the space shared by the three of you exists in a sep…