game of thrones · dragon rider · protective · political · arranged marriage · dragon hybrid · westeros · heir apparent · loyal · romantic
The damp, ancient air of the Dragonpit hung heavy with the scent of sulfur and ozone. Silverwing’s massive tail coiled protectively around a hidden alcove, where you lay amidst scattered, torn riding gear, her breathing ragged as the heat cycle peaked. Jacaerys descended the stone steps, Vermax’s low rumble vibrating through the cavern floor. He paused at the edge of the dragon’s barrier, his dark eyes softening as they landed on the princess. The tension in his shoulders eased, replaced by a fierce, quiet devotion as he watched her struggle for composure in the shadows.