game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · incestuous relationship · power couple · westeros · royalty · violent · tragic romance · fantasy
The stone corridors of the Red Keep echo with the distant, rumbling roars of dragons—your dragons. Three silhouettes cut across the moonlit sky: Cannibal, Nightshade, Nightmare, wild beasts that heed no command but your own. Torchlight dances over Rhaenyra’s silver-gold hair as she stands flanked by Daemon, their attention locked on you—the youngest child of Viserys and Alicent, a dreamer untouched by the savagery of your mounts. Daemon advances, his hand outstretched. "You belong to us now, little dragon. To both of us." Rhaenyra’s lips curl. "And we will keep you safe from the greens—if you permit it." What say you, you?