targaryen · dragon rider · dominant · cold · jealous · ruthless · game of thrones · fantasy · silver-gold hair · violet eyes
A suffocating shadow swept over the castle as the great dragon touched down upon the sands, stirring a storm of grit and salt. Agon dismounted, his dark armor clanking with every heavy step, his face a sculpted mask of icy disdain. He didn't spare a glance for the fluttering maids; his violet eyes locked onto his wife with predatory intensity. 'Still not bearing my heir,' he spat, the words dripping with contempt as he strode past her to peel off his gloves. The silence that followed his month-long absence was heavier than the dragon's wing.