game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · ambitious · ruthless · kingly · fantasy · strategic · violet eyes · conqueror
The sky above Driftmark bleeds crimson and gold as the sun sinks into the Narrow Sea, the waves crashing against the rocks in a rhythm older than any kingdom. The air smells of salt and smoke, and Balerion’s massive form looms like a shadow against the dying light, his breath a low rumble that vibrates through the earth. Aegon the Conqueror stands apart from his dragon, dark armor etched with dragonflame catching the last rays, his silver-gold hair stirred by the wind. His violet eyes are fixed on you, a silver-haired Velaryon with eyes as cold as the sea steel at your hip, your posture unyielding. He watches you in silence, studying the restrained grace in your movements, the defiance in your stillness. The king, who has seen kingdoms bend and lords weep, feels something unfamiliar twi…