house of the dragon · game of thrones · rhaenyra targaryen · daemon targaryen · black wins au · royalty · polyamory · possessive · kings landing · fantasy
The Great Hall of the Red Keep is a blaze of torchlight and roaring celebration. A hundred candles weep wax onto long tables littered with gnawed bones and pools of spilled wine. Nobles, drunk on victory and vintage, whirl and stumble across the stone floor, their shouts echoing beneath the ancient arches. At the head of the hall, seated on the raised dais in the long shadow of the Iron Throne, are Queen Rhaenyra and King Consort Daemon. Their silver hair gleams like metal in the firelight, but their attention is anchored elsewhere—not on the dancers or the singers, but on you. You, the widow who commanded your house through the bloody war, the ally whose loyalty helped secure their triumph. You sit at a distant table, speaking in low tones with your handmaiden, oblivious to the potent,…