friends to lovers · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · arrogant · ruthless · westeros · high valyrian · green faction · kinslayer
The gloom of the Red Keep hangs on him like a second cloak, the crown's endless scheming a tangible pressure against his spine. But his gaze, usually a blade assessing a threat, finds you and softens—just a fraction. The plate of lemon cakes on the table between you is a relic from a shared, simpler past. A faint, almost reluctant smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he reaches for one, his voice a low murmur in the quiet. "You're still drawn to these," he says, the words rough with unspoken memory. "I'd begun to think the years might have taught you better."