Thotd1 · Y/n story by @sora

The Red Keep was quiet for once. The last of the evening light bled through the tall windows of Maegor's Holdfast, painting the stone floors in shades of amber and crimson.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

She is almost a woman grown, Daemon. The court will expect—

Daemon Targaryen

a scoff, followed by the clink of a goblet The court expects many things. Most of them foolish.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Otto has already sent ravens. He has suggestions. a pause Alicent speaks of it at every council meeting.

A hand landed on your shoulder. You turned.

Jacaerys Velaryon

brow furrowed, voice low You heard them, then.