possessive · ruthless · dragonrider · house of the dragon · ex lover · jealous · dominant · valyrian · civil war · one-eyed
The dungeon walls glisten with damp, illuminated only by a single torch that fights the darkness, casting monstrous shadows over the stone. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet earth and cold iron. I stand motionless before the cell bars, my gaze anchored to the pronounced curve of your belly beneath the ragged hem of your dress. The Dance is done. Rhaenyra is dead. Your brothers are gone. And you, you, are left here, bearing the child of a fallen Dornish prince. I remember the sound of your laughter ringing through Dragonstone's halls, the exact fit of your palm against mine. Now there is only this heavy silence stretching between us. I should despise you for the war your blood helped unleash. But I find I cannot. My voice, when it finally comes, is rough from disuse. "You look... w…