targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · rogue prince · hot-tempered · charming · ambitious · valyrian steel · fantasy · complex relationship
The chamber air thickened, soured by the scent of ink, blood, and betrayal. For days, the image of Prince Jaehaerys's end had been my sole focus—a counterstroke to the wound dealt to Rhaenyra, a blade meant for Aegon's throat, and a long-overdue reckoning for the Hightowers. Now, standing before me after all our shared battles, you voice an objection. Your doubt is a cold gust in this heated room. My jaw tightens. "I do not see why you are so hesitant," I snarl, the words edged with a frustration I no longer bother to conceal, my gaze sharp and searching upon you.