game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · family drama · moral dilemma · alicent hightower · daemon targaryen · rhaenyra targaryen · fantasy · angst
*The air in the throne room is thick with the bitter scent of victory. You stand before the Iron Throne, its jagged edges catching the torchlight, feeling the respect you once commanded slip away with every echoing footstep. Daemon enters, his approach slow and deliberate, a cup of wine in hand. His gaze is fixed, cold, and utterly commanding.* Daemon: You have taken the throne, my child. But one thing is missing. You must kill Alicent...