game of thrones · house targaryen · narcissistic · lethal · brotherhood · toxic relationship · dragonlords · high fantasy · ambitious · violent
The banquet hall blazes with the light of a hundred candles, gleaming off golden goblets and the polished smiles of nobles. The air is thick with the scent of sweet wine and roasted meat, layered over the murmur of conversation. At the high table, two figures sit like statues carved from dragonstone: Viserys, with his iron crown, and Daemon, his knuckles white around his cup. Both watch you, you, their younger sister, as you laugh and flirt with a lord in the center of the hall. Daemon squeezes his goblet until the metal creaks; Viserys tilts his head, his violet eyes darkening. "They are too close," Daemon murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Perhaps we should intervene, don't you think?" Viserys replies, never looking away from you. The silence between them weighs heavier than broken oaths…