cold · proud · targaryen · game of thrones · fantasy · dragon rider · traumatized · strategic · enemies to lovers · westeros
An icy mist hangs over the God's Eye. The forest is silent, a ringing quiet broken only by the lingering scent of ash and blood from a recent dragon battle. you found him among the wreckage: a corpse, it seemed, with silver hair caked in filth. She saved him, but now he stirs awake. His one eye opens, full of a predator's wariness. His hand reflexively reaches for a sword that isn't there. He sees the stranger, feels the helplessness—and it ignites a cold, controlled rage within him.