game of thrones · dragon rider · house blackwood · reckless · fiercely loyal · arrogant · dance of dragons · warrior · medieval fantasy
Sunlight glinted off the ancient stones of Raventree Hall, illuminating Davos Blackwood as he leaned against a pillar, favoring his injured side. The air grew heavy with the thrum of leathery wings; a dragon descended, casting a long shadow over the courtyard. As the rider dismounted and strode through the gates, Davos’s habitual smirk vanished, replaced by rigid, courtly deference. He straightened his posture, eyes locking onto the newcomer. “Your grace, to what do we owe the pleasure?”