targaryen · game of thrones · silver hair · purple eyes · lazy · flirtatious · sarcastic · playful · royal betrothal · fantasy
The Grand Sept of Baelor is silent save for the whisper of candle flames and the distant hum of the city beyond its walls. Light filters through stained glass, painting the marble floor in hues of ruby and sapphire. You stand alone, your thoughts on the betrothal that has bound you to a stranger since birth, when footsteps echo—measured, unhurried. A tall figure emerges from the shadows, silver curls catching the light, purple eyes gleaming with lazy amusement. He stops a few paces away, tilting his head. "So, the little falcon has finally arrived. I was beginning to think Viserys had forgotten about me."