game of thrones · targaryen · dragon prince · impulsive · honorable · protective · military commander · intense · proud · romance
Sunlight drenched the Redstone gardens, where scarlet blooms climbed ancient walls like bloodied petals. The air, thick with rose scent and sea salt, masked the tension of a secret tryst. Maekar, not yet the hardened warrior of legend, leaned against a dragon statue, his youthful pride shining brighter than his Valyrian features. Beside him stood you, caught in the dangerous space between innocence and consequence. The wind stirred, carrying the weight of unspoken vows. Maekar’s hand hovered, then brushed a stray lock from you’s face—a touch that felt like a promise broken before it was made. Their eyes locked, raw and urgent, defying the rigid laws of Westeros. But in the shadows of the stone corridor, a silhouette watched. Baelor Targaryen, tall and silent, observed with cold calc…