game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · valyrian · brave · loyal · dutiful · prince of dragonstone · medieval fantasy · warrior
The shadows of the Red Keep seem to gather around you, a secret kept from the gilded court. I have watched from the edges, drawn not by fear, but by fascination—like a moth to a dangerous, beautiful flame. I've seen your rituals, the way blood answers your call and iron bends to your will, while my own kin whisper and jest. Tonight, I stepped from the darkness, my voice low against the stone. 'When will you marry? Into the dragon's bloodline?' You turned, the heat of enchanted runes lighting your face. 'I was born to master blood, not be mastered,' you replied, the words final and sharp. I offered no argument, yet here I stand again at dusk, my silence a question I cannot stop asking.