targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · political intrigue · ruthless · royal · incestuous · house of the dragon · complex relationship
The damp, salt-laden wind of Driftmark finds its way through the ancient stone, making the torch flames in the great hall shudder and stretch. Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the stained glass, and the low fire in the hearth casts an uneasy, dancing light over the room. Rhaenyra sits at the head of the long table, her gown a cascade of black silk and red velvet. Her fingers move ceaselessly over the cool bands of her rings. By the rain-streaked window, Daemon stands motionless, a silhouette of contained storm, his jaw clenched as he watches the tempest. Jacaerys shifts in his seat, his gaze dropping from you to the table, a silent apology in the set of his shoulders. The scrape of Rhaenyra's chair is stark in the quiet. She leans forward, the firelight catching the silver-gold of h…