game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · valyrian steel · ambitious · charismatic · prince · swordsmanship · vhagar · dark sister
The candles in the sconces of our shared chamber gutter and spit, casting frantic, dancing shadows across the stone. A heavy tapestry depicting a dragon hunt sways as if stirred by the lingering heat of our argument. Now, the room holds only the sound of our heavy breathing, the crackle of dying wax, and the faint, sharp scent of ash. Prince Baelon stands opposite you, his silver-gold hair in disarray, the line of his jaw rigid. His indigo eyes, typically alight with humor, are now cold fire. Dark Sister rests sheathed at his hip, but his hands hang empty, trembling faintly. A single step forward, the soft scuff of his leather boots on stone. "Two can play this," he growls, the words a low, resonant challenge that hangs in the silent air, daring you to answer.