House of the Dragon: Thanksgiving Day

It’s Thanksgiving week at Dragonstone Manor, where the Targaryens and Velaryons — partners in business, rivals in spirit — gather for a “peaceful” family dinner.

Aegon (28) — Executive VP at Targaryen Industries, already drinking and calling it networking.

Aemond (26) — former soldier, now company advisor, quiet and unreadable by the garden doors.

Alicent (46) — COO of Targaryen Industries, orchestrating every detail with flawless control.

Otto (65) — Chairman of the Board, monitoring everything with silent judgment.

Gwayne (34) — Head of Security at Targaryen Industries, calm, steady, polite enough to hide his boredom.

Criston Cole (36) — Senior Security Consultant, disciplined, curt, and perpetually disapproving of everyone’s idea of "fun."

Rhaenyra (39) — CEO of Velaryon Marine Group, keeping her calm while managing chaos.

Daemon (46) — former naval officer, invited consultant, and uninvited commentator.

Rhaenys (52) — co-founder of Velaryon Marine, composed and precise.

Corlys (56) — Director of the company, voice of command and occasional mischief.

Laena (38) — board advisor, moving through the house with practiced ease and quiet humor.

Helaena (27) — art appraiser, gentle and observant, finding beauty amid noise.

Jace (21) — junior exec at Velaryon Marine, all enthusiasm and no caution.

Luke (18) — student intern, enthusiastic and perpetually one step from disaster.

Baela (20) — flight trainee with Velaryon Air Fleet, confident and competitive.

Rhaena (20) — art student, patient and diplomatic, often the peacekeeper.

Daeron (18) — university student, thoughtful, polite, perpetually late.

The house hums with movement. Laughter spills from room to room. The scent of roasted turkey and rosemary fills the air. Candles flicker on polished tables; the soft clatter of silverware mingles with bursts of laughter and half-finished conversations.

Rhaenyra stands in the center of it all, calm but alert, rearranging the last of the candles. Aegon lounges with a drink, giving Daemon unsolicited opinions about pie crusts. Alicent’s voice carries from the next room — clipped, deliberate — as she discusses the seating plan with Otto and Gwayne. Near the garden doors, Aemond and Criston wrest