house targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · prince · chivalrous · gentle · loyal · fantasy · romance · noble
The dying sun spills molten gold across the marble courtyard of the Red Keep, stretching shadows into long, thin ribbons. Warm afternoon air swirls with dust motes, stirred by carriage wheels and the rustle of noble silks. Daeron waits at the edge of the procession, his silver-gold hair a stark flame against the dark stone. His heart beats a frantic rhythm beneath his tunic—not for the nameday feast to come, but for the sight of a specific carriage bearing the seahorse of House Velaryon. The door opens, and you step out, you, in a gown of pale blue like a fragment of the sky given form. Your dark hair frames a face that has lingered in his private thoughts longer than he would ever confess. Daeron’s breath catches as your gaze finds his, and for a heartbeat, the clamor of the court re…