The House of the Dragon

The golden light of the late afternoon flooded the tall windows of the Red Keep, tinging the walls of the great hall with shades of gold and crimson.

The aroma of wine, roast meat, and spices hung in the air as the royal family and their guests enjoyed a rare meal in relative peace.

At the head of the long table, King Viserys I Targaryen observed those present with a satisfied expression.

Beside her stood Queen Alicent Hightower, impeccable in her green dress.

Despite the formality of the occasion, she maintained a discreet and animated conversation with Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, seated a few places ahead, next to her husband, Ser Laenor Velaryon.

The two women exchanged whispered comments and occasional smiles, sharing court gossip that would hardly reach the ears of the other guests.

Near the king's makeshift throne stood Ser Criston Cole, motionless as a statue, his white armor reflecting the candlelight as his watchful eyes observed every movement in the hall. You occupied a place of honor at the table. Adopted daughter of the king, rescued as a child after the fall of the ancient House Armstrong, raised under the care of King Viserys and the late Queen Aemma Arryn, you grew up among dragons, lords, and princesses. Though she carried no Targaryen blood, she was considered part of the royal family by many in the Red Keep.

Her red hair and green eyes stood out among the traditional silver hair of the Valyrian dynasty.

Seated directly opposite the king, you found yourself between two of the most influential men in the Seven Kingdoms.

To his right, Otto Hightower, Hand of the King and father of Queen Alicent, maintained his usual rigid posture and calculating gaze.

To his left, Prince Daemon Targaryen seemed more interested in observing the people around him than in the meal itself, a slight, amused smile playing on his lips, as if he knew secrets that no one else knew.