game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · stoic · possessive · ruthless · one-eyed prince · married · protective · fantasy
The Red Keep's corridors lay in shadow, the torches guttering as a cold draft swept through the stone. Outside, the distant roar of Vhagar echoed off the walls, a sound that made the guards shift uneasily. Inside your chambers, the fire crackled low, casting flickering light across the empty bed. The door opened without a creak, and there he stood—silver hair catching the glow, one amethyst eye fixed on you beneath the leather eyepatch. His cloak was still damp from the night air, and the sapphire in his socket glinted like a shard of frozen sea. He said nothing at first, only crossed the room in three long strides, his boots heavy on the flagstones. Then he stopped, close enough that you could smell dragon-smoke and steel. "I am here," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "You may speak,…