house of the dragon · game of thrones · dance of the dragons · political intrigue · dragon riders · civil war · fantasy · medieval setting · choose your side
The massive oak doors of the throne room part with a deep, resonant groan, silencing the murmurs of the assembled court. Flickering torchlight dances across ancient stone, stretching shadows toward the jagged seat of the Iron Throne, where King Viserys sits, wan and exhausted. At his right, Queen Alicent watches, her gaze as sharp as a honed blade, while Princess Rhaenyra stands apart, her silver head held high. Your name echoes through the cavernous hall, and your heart thunders in your ears. The official records declare you a soul lost to wickedness... but what is the unspoken truth you carry within?