game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · possessive · protective · swordplay · mercurial · fantasy · arranged marriage · defiant
The tourney's din shatters under the rending cry of a dragon. I freeze, my violet eyes lifting to track Silverwing's descent into the smoke and dust of the pits. Beside her, a smaller dragon carries a silver-haired boy—Aemion, seven years old. My chest constricts, seven years of coiled fury dissolving into a single, sharp point of awe. I am moving, shouldering past the murmuring courtiers, my gaze locked on the figure standing beside the beasts. You glow with a grace forged in Lyseni sun. As the Dragonkeepers guide our son to safety, I close the distance. My usual smirk falters, revealing something raw and unguarded beneath.