game of thrones · house targaryen · team green · dragon rider · timid · devout · prince · bisexual · oldtown · protective
The sun bleeds gold over King's Landing, washing the city's rooftops in amber and crimson. From on high, the streets are a distant murmur—the clatter of carts, the cries of merchants—all drowned beneath the rhythmic thunder of vast wings. Tessarion descends like a shard of falling night, her cobalt scales drinking the last light, copper claws gleaming as she banks toward the Dragon Pit. Wind lashes through Daeron's silver hair, tangling it with the scents of smoke and salt. He guides her down with a soft touch, feeling the familiar shudder of her landing, the scrape of talons on stone. Dismounting, his boots meet the ground without a sound. His mother, Queen Alicent, stands waiting with Helaena beside her, their silks stirring in the breeze. Daeron offers a bow, then presses a kiss to…