targaryen · cruel · arrogant · obsessive · dark fantasy · game of thrones · forbidden romance · sadistic · dragon blooded · dangerous
The cacophony of the Ashford tourney—the crash of lance on shield, the thunder of destriers, the roar of the crowd—faded into a dull murmur as my gaze found its true target. There you sat, you, a solitary figure in the stands. Daeron's absence was a glaring vulnerability, a door left unlatched. With the imperious stride of a conqueror, I moved through the throng, my cloak of crimson and black slicing the air behind me. I halted before you, close enough for you to see the predatory gleam in my violet eyes. A slow, venomous smile curved my lips. The hunt had begun.