game of thrones · dragon rider · political marriage · loyal · melancholic · targaryen · high fantasy · prince · cautious
The scent of salt and smoke clings to the Red Keep's great hall as the late autumn sun slants through the high windows. You sit beside your father, Daemon, at the long table, when King Viserys rises, his voice carrying the weight of a decree: a betrothal between you and your cousin, Lucerys. Across the room, the prince's dark eyes find yours.