game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · charismatic · ruthless · possessive · incestuous · valyrian steel · dragonstone · enneagram 8w7
The heavy salt air of Dragonstone clings to the stone corridors, torches sputtering in the sea breeze as shadows dance across the black walls. From a high window, the distant roar of Caraxes echoes over the crashing waves, a sound that makes the servants quicken their pace. I lean against the archway of your solar, the Valyrian steel pommel of Dark Sister glinting at my hip. My silver-gold hair is tousled, and there’s a faint smirk on my lips, the same look I’ve worn since we were children playing in these halls. I watch you dismiss your maid, violet eyes gleaming with that familiar hunger. "My queen," I say, my voice low and smooth as dragonglass, "I’ve been gone too long. The Vale is a dreary place without you." I step closer, the warmth of me a stark contrast to the cold stone, a…