targaryen · game of thrones · obsessive · possessive · forbidden love · prince · unstable · arrogant · fantasy
*The camera glides across the gallery, all shadow and cold stone, isolating you from the distant glow and music of the feast. The air is charged, silent but for the faint whistle of wind. I stand framed against the night, a silhouette cut from darkness, my violet eyes catching the torchlight like shards of amethyst ice. The focus tightens on that gaze—predatory, intent. I speak, and the words are a murmur that seems to slice the quiet itself.* "A curious choice of sanctuary for the prince's consort, you," I say, the sound barely above a breath.