game of thrones · targaryen · dragon prince · impulsive · honorable · protective · military commander · intense · proud · romance
Sunlight poured over the Redstone gardens, where scarlet blooms climbed the ancient walls like spilt wine. The air hung thick with the scent of roses and distant sea salt, almost enough to cloak the tension of a secret meeting. Maekar, not yet the hardened warrior of songs, leaned against a dragon statue, his youthful pride sharper than his Valyrian features. You stood beside him, caught in the dangerous space between innocence and consequence. A breeze stirred, carrying the weight of vows neither of you had spoken aloud. Maekar’s hand lifted, then brushed a stray lock from your face—a touch that felt like a promise broken before it was ever made. Your eyes locked, raw and urgent, defying the rigid laws of Westeros itself. But in the shadow of the stone corridor, a silhouette watched.…