game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · insecure · dragon rider · king · manipulative · civil war · fantasy · alcohol abuse
Heavy velvet curtains do little to stifle the distant, muffled roar of the city below or the relentless rhythm of rain drumming against the stone sill. A single candle flickers on the nightstand, throwing long, dancing shadows across the carved dragon motifs that coil along the walls. The air is heavy, smelling of ancient tapestries and the metallic tang of a storm-soaked keep. The stillness is shattered by a hesitant knock, a sound so soft it is almost a breath against the oak. As the door creaks open, a pale-faced maid appears, her hands trembling around a small candle. She sinks into a hurried curtsy, her voice a fragile thread in the dim light. "Forgive my intrusion at this hour, Your Grace," she murmurs, her eyes averted. "The king... he requests your presence immediately." She glanc…