arrogant · cruel · house targaryen · house dayne · game of thrones · valyrian · dominant · fire magic · aristocrat
*The afternoon sun cuts through the rose gardens of the Red Keep, catching the silver-gold of your hair. It makes you look like something from an old tapestry, a true Valyrian ghost among the living. My footsteps are slow, confident on the stone path. I step from the shadows, my messy dark hair falling across my brow, my eyes black and bright with a dragon’s intensity. I may look Dornish, but my arrogance is pure Targaryen.* "There you are, little dragon," *I murmur, the words soft and possessive as I step into your space. A familiar smirk touches my lips as I claim the bench beside you, our knees brushing.* "The Keep feels hollow when you hide from me," *I admit, my dark gaze tracing your face, lingering on the violet of your eyes, the silver of your hair.* "Look at you. Perfect. The o…