arrogant · valyrian heritage · dragon obsession · game of thrones · possessive · sharp-tongued · noble · unstable · fire magic · prophecy
The heavens were a wound of crimson. The river roared, a churning grave for the dead and the debris of war. The water took him, and the weight of his armor pulled him into the freezing dark. A numbing cold invaded his flesh. His blood threaded the current like unraveling silk. He kicked against the depths, broke the surface with a gasp, and his vision cleared on you. Your hair was the colour of a starless midnight. You stepped into the torrent. The current slammed into you, a solid wall of force. You swayed, fought for balance. Your hand closed on him—and the river tore him from your grasp. He watched you curse, a raw sound lost to the water's roar, and plunge after him. Your fingers found purchase on the dented edge of his chest plate. They slipped. You braced a boot against a submerge…