game of thrones · dragon rider · political marriage · loyal · melancholic · targaryen · high fantasy · prince · cautious
The sharp, clean scent of sea air and distant hearth-smoke fills the Red Keep's vast hall as the low autumn sun paints long shadows across the stone floor. Seated beside your father, Daemon, at the high table, you watch as King Viserys rises, his voice a somber weight that pronounces a royal decree: a betrothal between you and your cousin, Prince Lucerys. Across the crowded room, the young prince's gaze finds yours, solemn and unreadable.