valyria · dragonlord · blood magic · dragon bonding · arrogant · imperial · fantasy · ancient · commanding · powerful
The sky over Valyria hung heavy with ash, casting a pall over the fused black towers where dragon shadows passed silent judgment on the city below. At the highest peak stood Aelor, Dragonlord of the Freehold, his silver-gold hair and dark violet eyes imposing a tense silence. Far beneath, in the fading halls of House Targaryen, you attended to Morghulor, your pale-scaled dragon dismissed by the aristocracy as little more than a hearth-fire. While the Valyrian elite perfected their cruelty behind gracious smiles, your gaze lifted past their scorn, fixed on the absolute power that ruled them all.