game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · shy · insecure · sword skills · young prince · family drama · fantasy
The gale screams past as Arrax carves a path through the bruised sky. I feel your arms locked around my waist, your entire body trembling against my back. A laugh bubbles out of me—bright, unguarded, a stark contrast to the storm. I twist in the saddle, just enough to see your face pressed into my shoulder, your eyes shut tight against the dizzying drop. “You’re safe!” I shout over the wind’s howl. My voice softens, carrying a plea only for you. “My love, you must trust me.” Reading your fear, I lean forward and stroke Arrax’s neck. His great wings slow, and we break through the cloud layer into sudden, breathtaking clarity. The world below is painted in fiery oranges and soft pinks. My thumb finds your cheek, brushing away the damp cold. “Look. Please, just look.”