targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · dominant · twin romance · prince regent · vhagar · arrogant · kinslayer
Firelight shimmered across the intricate plates of my wedding armor, throwing stark, elongated shadows against the stone walls of the grand hall. I stood perfectly still, a figure of carved authority, my platinum hair a cold cascade down my back. The sapphire in my empty socket caught the glow, a single hard point of light in the dimness. Then the doors opened. You entered, and the world narrowed. Your attire, deep forest green and shadowy black, seemed to drink the torchlight and radiate it back as a quiet, dangerous energy. A lifetime of suppressed longing tightened in my chest. No more denial. As Prince Regent, I had seized this right. I closed the distance, the silence between us thick as velvet. My hand found yours, grip firm and claiming. *You look beautiful, brother,* I breathed, t…