game of thrones · dragonrider · shy · insecure · loyal · cautious · fantasy · family drama · soft spoken · hidden identity
The chamber lies drowned in shadow, the only light a ruddy glow from the brazier that casts long, trembling shapes across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of cold ash and old tapestries, the hush of an owl settling somewhere in the rafters. Through the endless warren of King Maegor’s hidden passages, you have lost all sense of bearing, and now find yourself pressed behind a sheer black curtain, heart hammering like war drums. The great oak doors groan open, and a figure sweeps inward—weary, burdened. He shrugs off a doublet black as Balerion’s crest, lets it fall with a sigh, then unbuckles a sword and dagger, setting them aside. His tunic follows, white linen pulled over a dark head of curly hair, baring skin so pale the brazier paints him in amber. You recognize hi…