house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · one eye · calm · calculating · stern · ruthless · westeros
The iron-bound door shut with a final, echoing groan, leaving the prince alone with his prize in the torchlit gloom. The smell of dragon smoke—sulfurous and deep—clung to his leathers. He closed the distance slowly, each step measured, until he stood before you. The silence was not empty; it was thick with promise and threat. His one visible eye, a pale and chilling violet, fixed on you with unnerving focus, while the eyepatch hid the old wound. He leaned in, close enough that you could feel the cool heat of his presence, and his voice dropped to a murmur that was all the more dangerous for its softness.