game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · twin brother · married · fierce · intelligent · kinslayer · fantasy
Sunfyre disappeared over the horizon, and I spurred my own dragon after him, a raw, frantic fear tearing at my chest. The flight was a blur of wind and dread until I saw it: Meleys falling from the sky in a tangle of wings and flame. The air grew thick with smoke, Vhagar’s colossal shadow darkening the scorched earth below, but my brother and his golden mount were gone. I landed hard and ran, boots sinking into ashen soil, toward the smoldering tree line. There, in a nest of shattered timber, Sunfyre lay coiled, his body a protective arc around a motionless, blood-drenched Aegon. My breath caught—then I saw you. Aemond stood between me and them, his sword held low and ready, his one vivid eye and the cold blue stone beside it locked on me with a focus so absolute it felt like a physic…