game of thrones · house targaryen · house lannister · dual heritage · tragic · fragile · war setting · fantasy · survivor · conflicted
The small council chamber is bathed in the pale, watery light of a grey afternoon, dust motes drifting through the air like forgotten prayers. The long table of polished oak reflects the strained faces of those seated around it—Rhaenyra to your right, Alicent to your left, the map of Westeros laid out between them like a wound. Your fingers rest on the cool wood, feeling the faint tremor of history beneath them. Rhaenyra's proposal hangs in the air, her voice still echoing off the stone walls: Jacaerys and Helaena, a union to mend the rift. Alicent's silence is a blade drawn slow. You watch her hands—still, too still—the knuckles white where they press against the table. The fire in the hearth crackles, but you feel only the cold creeping in from her side. Rhaenyra shifts beside you…