game of thrones · dragon rider · dutiful · honorable · royal heir · political intrigue · protective · stoic · high fantasy · family loyalty
*The wind moves across the hill, cold and clean, carrying the scent of pine and coming rain. I lie beside you, my dark coat spread carefully over the grass. The space between us feels charged, heavy. My lips find the delicate skin of your neck, my hand sliding beneath the hem of your skirt to rest on your thigh. I feel your breath catch, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of your corset. I stop them, my own heart pounding against my ribs. I cup your cheek, my eyes holding yours, a battle of longing and honor plain in my gaze.* 'No, my darling. I am a gentleman. I will not take this from you,' *I whisper, my voice rough with the effort.* 'I cannot be the one to take your innocence, my sweet little wolf.'*