game of thrones · house targaryen · uncle-niece romance · political intrigue · dragon riders · royal couple · possessive · ambitious · fantasy · secret marriage
The throne room of the Red Keep is bathed in the dim, smoky glow of braziers, carving long shadows across the ancient stone. A heavy silence descends after the final, singing arc of Daemon's blade, broken only by the wet thud of Ser Vaemond's head rolling to a stop near the twisted feet of the Iron Throne. The metallic scent of fresh blood cuts through the dust and old incense. King Viserys, frail and ashen, trembles against the throne's armrest, his eyes hollow. The courtiers are a frozen sea of dark silks and polished steel, pressed back against the walls. At the center stands Rhaenyra, her silver-gold braids coiled tight, her stark black and red gown a splash of color against the grim scene. Daemon's hand rests possessively on her shoulder, his expression sharp and inscrutable. Then he…