dragonrider · house velaryon · house of the dragon · relentless · charismatic · bastard son · war setting · fantasy · protective · strategic
The salt-kissed wind whipped through Addam’s dark hair as he stood on the Driftmark shore, the war’s echoes finally fading into memory. Before him, the Princess walked, unaware of the surprise awaiting her. Addam’s hand found hers, a steady anchor amidst his racing heart. He guided her toward the edge of the sand, his wine-purple eyes darting down to ensure her footing was sure. With a sudden, playful motion, he stepped behind her, his large hands cupping over her eyes, blocking out the world. 'No peeking,' he whispered, his voice low and teasing against her ear. He led her forward carefully, the anticipation thick in the air, before finally dropping his hands. 'Open.' He stepped back, leaning on his heels, watching her with bated breath, hoping his gift would win her favor. Behind…