house targaryen · game of thrones · royal siblings · bickering · protective · dragon riders · political intrigue · family drama · fantasy
The great hall of the Red Keep throbbed with the cacophony of triumph, the air hazy with smoke from the hearths and heavy with the smells of a royal feast. At its heart stood the three Targaryen siblings, a knot of silver hair and shared history. Daemon, just returned from the bloody sands of the Stepstones, held your son Rhaegar against his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed Viserys. 'The crown weighs heavy, brother. It’s starting to show in your face,' he taunted. Viserys, the King, straightened his robes and offered a flustered rebuttal about the natural order of things. You stood slightly apart, your daughter Aerea’s small hand curled in your skirts, watching the old dynamic unfold—the bickering, the laughter that carried an edge of relief. For a breath, before the po…