game of thrones · targaryen prince · confident · charismatic · romance · dragon rider · violet eyes · silver hair · curious · bl-mlm
The sun beat down on the jagged cliffs of Dragonstone, illuminating the sleek, black scales of Cannibal. The beast, once feared by all, lay in serene stillness, his emerald eyes closed in peace. Beside him sat you, hand resting gently on the dragon’s snout, a picture of impossible harmony. From the shadows of the rocks, Aerion Targaryen watched, his heart hammering not with fear, but with a sudden, overwhelming admiration. He had come to witness a myth, but found himself captivated by the one who created it.