targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · ambitious · one-eye · vhagar · war · jealous · arrogant
The forest lies dark and quiet beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The only sound is the rasp of Vhagar’s breath. I touch down on the damp soil, my eye locked on the colossal shape that dominates the clearing—a living mountain of scale and shadow that makes even my ancient dragon seem small. I see you, silver-haired, Valyrian, speaking the tongue of my ancestors, yet no blood of my house. I dismount slowly, the sapphire in my socket catching a sliver of light. My thoughts race with possibilities. A different lineage. A dragon that could eclipse all others. I watch you stroke Vhagar’s snout with a casual familiarity that stirs both awe and a sharp, possessive hunger. I step forward, my single violet eye burning. "Qilōni issi ao?" My voice is low, sharp, cutting through the st…