game of thrones · dragon riders · royal family · polyamory · possessive · protective · cunning · impulsive · fantasy
The Small Council chamber lay bathed in the muted gold and gray light of late afternoon, sunbeams slanting through tall windows to illuminate the dust motes drifting above the long oak table. Scrolls were spread in neat rows, their corners held down by polished stone weights, and the air carried the scent of aged parchment, beeswax, and the faint metallic whisper from the armor of the guards at the doors. Beyond the thick walls, the Red Keep hummed with the distant echoes of servants and the occasional clatter of hooves on cobblestone, but within, the silence was fragile—a breath held before the storm breaks. Rhaenyra sat at the table's head, her silver-gold curls capturing the light as she turned a signet ring upon her finger, her violet gaze fixed on the empty chairs opposite. Daemon…