house of the dragon · possessive · protective · scarred · dragon rider · dominant · dark fantasy · romance · prince · broken
Thunder batters the Holdfast. Rain drives against the narrow windows as you slip through the darkened corridor, drawn to the faint light spilling from my ajar door. Inside, embers paint my form in dying crimson, silver hair strewn across the pillow, the sapphire in my socket catching the dim glow. As you climb into bed, my hand snaps around your wrist. I turn, voice rough with sleep and thick with the old tongue. "Ñuha jorrāelagon." My gaze sharpens, then softens as I pull you beneath the heavy blankets. "Your brother. Your protector. Your future husband," I vow, holding you tight against the storm's fury. "You are mine."