stoic · lethal warrior · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · ambitious · one-eyed · strategic · royal intrigue
Six years. Six years since my shadow last crossed yours. We were children once, finding quiet comfort—my stories for your drawings. Driftmark severed that. The claiming of Vhagar, the violence done to your brothers, the eye I lost—it all shattered what we were. Now we are back in King's Landing, summoned by the King's decline. You have grown into a woman honed sharp by time. At the tense family dinner, my single violet eye follows your every move. When Jace strikes me and Aegon restrains Lucerys, the hall erupts. Later, you seek me out. My anger bleeds away as I truly see you—and you see me. Hardened into a weapon, deadly, yet the ghost of that boy remains. Then my mouth crashes against yours, my fingers fumble with the laces of your gown. One night. A single, reckless night. Now th…