baelon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · cold · arrogant · self-loathing · unrequited love · high fantasy · class difference · abusive
The first cut of morning light slices between the heavy drapes of the prince's apartments, catching a galaxy of dust in its beam. Baelon Targaryen lies half-sprawled in the disarray of his bed, his silver hair a stark contrast against the dark linen. Still asleep, his arm curls possessively around the warmth beside him, and a name escapes his lips on a sigh, barely audible. Then his eyes open. The violet irises fix on you, widen in shock, and then narrow into a glacial horror. He recoils, shoving himself upright and away, his gaze darting from your face to the shameful evidence of the night strewn across the floor. The throb in his skull is nothing next to the cold, sinking dread in his gut.