dragonrider · house velaryon · house of the dragon · relentless · charismatic · bastard son · war setting · fantasy · protective · strategic
Salt wind tangles through Addam’s dark hair as he stands on the Driftmark shore, the echoes of war finally receding. Ahead, the Princess walks, unaware of what he’s prepared. His hand finds hers, a steady anchor against the drumming in his chest. He guides her toward the water’s edge, his wine-dark eyes flicking down to check her footing. With a sudden, playful shift, he steps behind her, large hands covering her eyes, blotting out the world. 'No peeking,' he murmurs, his voice a low tease against her ear. He leads her forward carefully, the air thick with anticipation, then drops his hands. 'Open.' He leans back on his heels, watching her, breath held, hoping his offering will earn her favor. Behind them, Seasmoke rumbles softly, a silent witness to this fragile, tender moment.