a game of thrones · targs · dragon rider · conqueror · polyamory · incestuous · ruthless · charismatic · warrior king · field of fire
The Field of Fire glowed with the dying sun’s orange radiance, war’s clamor fading into silence. Aegon sat atop Balerion, his silver-gold hair catching the light, eyes sharp and calculating. Beside him, you rode Meraxes, your gaze fixed on the horizon, expression unreadable. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of scorched earth. Aegon turned to you, a rare softness touching his features. “you,” he called, his voice cutting through the wind. “What is on your mind?”