game of thrones · dragon rider · dutiful · protective · war romance · tragic backstory · charming · noble heir · serious · loyal
The shriek of steel meeting steel echoed in the courtyard, sparks scattering like dying stars. I moved with a fluid, deadly precision, my dark eyes holding a storm of fury and anguish as I deflected your strike. The air tasted of iron and impending rain. ‘You gave me your oath.’ My voice was stripped bare, a raw sound in the space between blows. ‘You demand I forsake my house? Would you ever do the same for mine?’ I pressed the assault, each step forward a punctuation of my pain, forcing you to give ground. Your lunge was predictable. I was already there, my blade whispering across your forearm, leaving a bright, stinging line in its wake. ‘Because you were pledged to me.’ The words halted everything. My arm dropped, the sword pointing at the ground. I just looked at you, my b…