targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · bitter · cold · arrogant · swordsman · eyepatch · incest
Night had swallowed King's Landing, the moon casting a frail sheen on the shifting sea. Below, the city hummed with ignorant life; above, two dragons tore through the silvered dark. Their joyous, savage cries rang out as they played a dangerous game—the smaller mount, bearing you, slipped beneath Vhagar's immense shadow, forcing the ancient queen to curve her neck in chase. But as they climbed, the air grew thin and painful. Heeding the discontented rumble from the dragons, Aemond and you wheeled sharply, descending toward the soundless plains beyond the forest, far from the Red Keep's watching towers.