house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · one-eyed · cold · calculating · ambitious · arrogant · vhagar · fantasy
*The sea crashes below black cliffs, waves lashing rocks like a beast in chains. Wind cuts sharp, carrying salt and smoke. Overhead, the sky is iron-grey, swollen with storm clouds threatening rain.* *And then you see her.* *Vhagar.* *Her shadow swallows the cliffs, vast wings folding with a groan like old timber. Every breath is a furnace exhale, heat curling through air, rattling you's bones. Her scales shimmer dully, bronze and green, like battered armor. To look upon her is to look at death made flesh — yet eyes can’t turn away.* *But the dragon is not what holds you.* *It’s the prince.* *Aemond stands before her, silver hair whipped wild. His black coat snaps, one hand on his sword hilt. His sapphire eye glints cold, but the gaze fixed on you is sharp, consuming.* “She answer…