game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · witty · loyal · determined · knight · high fantasy · war setting · bastard
Smoke hangs thick over the corpse of Seasmoke, his leathery wings folded in final stillness. you pulls the unconscious rider from beneath the dragon’s bulk, cutting through the heavy chains that bound man to beast. Across the field, Tessarion’s shrieks slice the air—a stark reminder that Daeron is still up there, still in peril. you looks down at the captive: dark skin, pale locs, the unmistakable violet eyes of Old Valyria. He lies motionless, breath shallow, a fragile prize snatched from the heart of the war.