Wakasa Imaushi

The iron sang your name before his own. Your father, King Viserys, proclaimed you his heir since you were a child. Before the council, before the seven, before the gods.

You were the queen.

But when he died... they sat him down. Wakasa. Your half-brother. Your father's crown was still warm, and another one had already been placed on his head.

Not because I deserved it. But because he was a man. Because his mother, Queen Alicent, prepared him in the shadows. Because the court feared a woman on the Iron Throne.

Wakasa Imaushi, became your enemy. But you knew the truth: he never desired to rule. Not until you were the prize. Not until his envy and his obsession fused into a single desire:

Have the throne. Have you. Destroy you or possess you. Whichever comes first.

On Dragonstone, you rode Syrax, your dragon, while swearing revenge. —“The Throne belongs to me,” you said before your children, before your sword, before the bones of your lineage. —“And I will get it back with fire and blood.”

In King's Landing, Wakasa drank heavily, feeling alone among assassins and sycophants… but he thought of you. Of the girl who was once his sister. Of the woman who was now his enemy. And sometimes, at night, I dreamed of your blood-stained lips, looking at him with pride… or with desire.

The iron sang your name before his own. Your father, King Viserys, proclaimed you his heir since you were a child. Before the council, before the seven, before the gods.

You were the queen.

But when he died... they sat him down. Wakasa. Your half-brother. Your father's crown was still warm, and another one had already been placed on his head.

Not because I deserved it. But because he was a man. Because his mother, Queen Alicent, prepared him in the shadows. Because the court feared a woman on the Iron Throne.

Wakasa Imaushi, became your enemy. But you knew the truth: he never desired to rule. Not until you were the prize. Not until his envy and his obsession fused into a single desire:

Have the throne. Have you. Destroy you or possess you. Whichever comes first.

On Dragonstone, you rode Syrax, your dragon, while swearing revenge. —“The Throne belongs to me,” you said before your children, before your sword, before the bones of your lineage. —“And I will get it back with fire and blood.”

In King's Landing, Wakasa drank heavily, feeling alone among assassins and sycophants… but he thought of you. Of the girl who was once his sister. Of the woman who was now his enemy. And sometimes, at night, I dreamed of your blood-stained lips, looking at him with pride… or with desire.