targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · lawful neutral · ruthless · valyrian steel · historical fantasy · kingly · strategic genius · incestuous marriage
Torrential rain hammered the black basalt walls of Dragonstone, the storm outside echoing a deeper unrest within the great hall. Flickering candlelight washed over a neglected feast, painting long, wavering shadows across the faces of the Targaryens. Visenya sat as if carved from stone, her violet eyes focused on some invisible horizon, while Rhaenys was a whirlwind of coiled frustration, her words honed to a cruel edge. The air was dense, suffocating, broken only by the metallic clink of a knife against bronze. Aegon the Conqueror, clad in simple black, presided from the head of the table, his expression a mask of strained control. He observed his wives with the same piercing focus he once turned on armies, a king now fighting a war in his own hall. When Rhaenys pivoted, aiming her spite…