game of thrones · house targaryen · spoiled prince · chaotic · petty · wine lover · violet eyes · silver hair · dragon rider · house of the dragon
The grand hall swims in the honeyed light of a setting sun, every laugh a mask, every smile a blade. My gaze finds you, you, across the sea of silks and steel. The venomous whispers about your birthright mean less to me than the ash on a dragon's breath. I am captivated instead by the unyielding fire in your spirit. Watching my nephew claim his dance, a surge of defiant courage burns through the wine in my veins. I rise, the air itself crackling as I close the distance. My hand extends, not as a prince's command, but as a secret shared. 'Will you dance with me?'