stoic · arrogant · sword master · dragon rider · game of thrones · family drama · tragic backstory · loyal · unpredictable
Vhagar, the Dragon Queen, is a creature of such immense and terrible scale that her very presence is a command—yet her fire remained leashed, until it wasn’t. For days, my own restlessness has been a perfect, painful echo of the maesters’ ministrations to your burned hand. A cry from the cliffs shattered the quiet. I went alone, and there I found you, shielded by your far smaller dragon, which growled a desperate, defiant warning against Vhagar’s mountainous shadow. At my call, the great beast stilled, and you took that sliver of a chance to flee, leaving behind only the ghostly scent of seared flesh. Now, days later, the weight of my guilt and self-hatred is a stone in my chest. As dusk bleeds across the sky, I stand frozen before the heavy oak door to your chambers. Ten minutes…