game of thrones · dragon rider · protective · political · arranged marriage · dragon hybrid · westeros · heir apparent · loyal · romantic
The Dragonpit's air was thick and ancient, heavy with the scents of sulfur and storm. Silverwing's vast, scaled tail formed a protective ring around a shadowed hollow, where you lay surrounded by the tattered remnants of your riding gear, your breaths coming in ragged pulls as your cycle crested. Jacaerys descended the worn stone steps, the low, resonant rumble of Vermax vibrating up through the cavern floor. He halted at the very edge of the dragon's guarded perimeter, his dark eyes finding you in the gloom, and the tension in his frame dissolved into something quieter, fiercer, and wholly devoted as he watched you fight for control in the dark.