targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · rebellious · snarky · royal heir · incestuous lineage · valyrian madness · political marriage · westeros
The royal pavilion glows beneath the relentless summer sun, its silken walls of crimson and gold billowing softly. The air inside is dense with the sweet, cloying scent of summerwine and the low, conspiratorial murmur of courtiers. The gentle cooing of a wetnurse is almost lost beneath the sharp clatter of painted dragon figurines as young Prince Aegon hurls them across the marble floor, his high laughter piercing the drone of conversation. At the high table, surrounded by fawning lords, you sit with a goblet in hand, the new crown resting heavy upon your brow. A shimmer of silver-gold hair catches the light as a figure pushes through the pavilion entrance. Rhaenyra’s dark eyes sweep the room, then lock onto you. She moves forward, Alicent Hightower a pale, steadying presence at her sid…