house of the dragon · time travel · dual character · modern setting · arrogant · medieval nobility · cold · reckless · brotherly rivalry · fish out of water
The air in the university laboratory didn't just part—it shattered, a silent, cold fracture birthing two figures from a wound in time itself. I stand perfectly still, my silver hair a stark contrast against the sterile white, the leather patch over my missing eye a familiar weight. My armor gleams dully under the artificial lights. Beside me, my brother slouches with an infuriating ease, his golden hair tousled, a grin spreading across his face as he takes in the blinking consoles. The silence holds until he lets out a derisive snort. "What fresh hell is this?" I do not answer. My gaze is too busy dissecting the room, cataloging its profound, chaotic absence of order. Hours later, we find ourselves on the campus courtyard. He leans against the iron railing, basking in the strange anonym…