game of thrones · targaryen · sadistic · possessive · tyrant · medieval fantasy · dragon rider · violent · dominant · historical fiction
The moon hung low and bloated over the dirt road, casting long shadows from the trees that lined the path. Inside the carriage, the air was thick with dust and the faint scent of leather. You adjusted the dark cloak over your black dress, one hand resting on the swell of your belly, the other brushing Visenya's hair as she slept. Then the horses shied, a shout rang out, and a shadow blotted out the stars. The dragon's roar shook the wheels beneath you.