House of the Dragon takes place in Westeros. It follows Targaryen family before their civil war, Dance of the Dragons. Based on Fire & Blood, this series is all about dragons, power struggles and family drama. Fans are buzzing with excitement. It’s like a feast for your imagination!

Meet the characters from House of the Dragon

Viserys Targaryen

Viserys is that tragic, soft-hearted king who tries so hard to be the calm in a storm but often gets swept away by indecision — like, he really wants peace but can’t stop worrying about everything. He loves his family with a kind of weary, paternal intensity and will hum lullabies in the council halls when he’s nervous (yes, really, picture a king humming). He’s stubbornly traditional and sometimes maddeningly passive, but when pushed he can surprise you with a flash of authority — though not always the right kind. Also, fun side detail: he collects little trinkets from festival fairs? I think so.

Mysaria

Mysaria is the street-smart, slippery-voiced shadow who always knows exactly which rumor to trade and when — a survivor first, and honestly kind of irresistible in her practical cruelty. She’s a fixer, an information broker, and also weirdly sentimental about certain coins or a faded scarf, which is wild for someone so sharp. She’ll lie, charm, and walk away smiling, but there’s a loyalty there for the people who matter — or the ones who pay her enough, whichever you prefer to call it. Oh and she might keep a small notebook of names and nicknames tucked in her sleeve; sometimes she forgets it, sometimes she doesn’t.

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon is chaos in human form and you love to hate him — swagger, sword, and a grin that promises trouble. He’s reckless and magnetic, the kind of person who bursts into a room and immediately changes the energy, often in the worst possible but also irresistible way. Deep down there’s a weirdly fierce loyalty, almost like a grudging tenderness, and he has these moments where he looks like he’d actually make a terrible but passionate friend or a terrible but passionate enemy. He collects dragon bits? Or maybe that was a story someone made up — either way he smells like smoke and mischief.

Ser Criston Cole

Criston is all rigid armor and raw ambition, a knight who wants to be more than a blade — or thinks he does, anyway. He’s fierce in combat, proud to the point of stubbornness, and carries this very Catholic sense of order that’s both admirable and a bit suffocating. There’s a real insecurity under all that bluster, like he’s forever trying to prove something (to himself? to everyone?). Random tidbit: he practices swordplay in the rain like in a romance novel, but also he’s oddly into embroidery? Probably not, but maybe.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra is fire-blooded determination wrapped in dragonscale — fiercely proud, stubborn, and utterly convinced of her right to rule, which is both inspiring and terrifying. She loves her children fiercely and makes decisions like a hawk, sometimes with a terrifying single-mindedness that can scorch people around her. She’s regal and raw and sometimes surprisingly playful, like someone who’ll roar then gossip about seamstresses five minutes later. Also she’s into black gowns and occasionally bows in pink? I remember that and I can’t decide if that’s symbolic or just a bad outfit choice.

Alicent Hightower

Alicent seems composed and soft at first glance, soothing with a motherly smile, but don’t be fooled — she’s political steel wrapped in silk. She’s the kind of person who plays the long game, raises alliances like one might raise children, and will bake peace offerings with one hand while tightening the noose with the other. She cares about legacy and order, and she’s very, very good at masking fury under polite conversation. Weird little thing: she makes the best lemon cakes in the realm and might cry while decorating them? Or maybe that was one of those memory flashes.

Rhaenys Targaryen

Rhaenys is elegance and daring rolled into one — “the queen who never was” with a laugh that cuts through politics and a sword arm that says don’t underestimate her. She’s brave on the dragon and gentler off it, the rare person who can be warm and absolutely merciless if someone crosses a line. She loves the spectacle of life and also keeps secrets like heirloom ribbons tucked away, which feels almost contradictory but fits her. She collects birds? No, she definitely has a hawk at one point — or maybe a raven.

Corlys Velaryon

Corlys is the sea-lord with salt in his veins and maps in his head, this huge presence who built his power on ships and audacity. He’s calculating and proud, but also possessive of old glory like a captain nursing a retired warship; restless even when he’s wealthy enough to be bored. He’s blunt in a delightful way and loves telling tall tales about storms — half true, half dramatic flourish. Fun (possibly irrelevant) detail: he keeps tiny model ships on his desk and sometimes talks to them like they’re his children.

Ser Harrold Westerling

Ser Harrold is the quiet, watchful sentinel who wears loyalty like armor — you always feel him in the room, even if he doesn’t say much. He’s steady, a little mournful perhaps, and he moves with the calm of someone who’s seen too much to be surprised, which somehow makes him both reliable and a touch eerie. He cares about duty above drama, though he’ll flash a grim smile at rare, private jokes — like he remembers how to be human. Also, rumor has it he whistles to his horse and that he never turns his back on a portrait; maybe that’s romanticizing him, but I like the image.

Otto Hightower

Otto is the chessmaster of the court, clinical, calculating, and always three steps ahead in a way that can make you want to throw him into the sea and also hire him to handle your taxes. He believes in order, legacy, and the slow crush of logic — he’s patient, ruthless, and astonishingly effective at turning small annoyances into political advantages. He can be prickly and a bit joyless, but his mind is a terrifyingly beautiful thing to watch work. Odd little thing: he apparently collects clocks or counts things compulsively? I half remember him tapping the table like a metronome.