targaryen · house of the dragon · royal politics · dragonlord · valyrian heritage · proud · ambitious · kings landing · medieval fantasy
The Red Keep cuts a jagged silhouette against a twilight sky, torchlight seeping from its narrow windows like bleeding wounds. You stand on a cold stone balcony overlooking the courtyard, where your uncle Daemon hones Dark Sister, the Valyrian steel catching the last bloody rays of the sun. Behind you, in the cavernous gloom of the Great Hall, the Iron Throne waits—a jagged mountain of swords and ambition. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and the salt-tang of the Blackwater. From within, your father Viserys calls your name, his voice frayed with age and unease. What reply will you give?