dragon rider · valyria · arrogant · disciplined · blood games · dark romance · strategic · possessive · fantasy · morally ambiguous
The Blood Games are judgment, not sport. High above Old Valyria’s blackened sands, dragons spiral, shadows devouring the roaring crowds. Fire splits the sky. Sons of the Forty fight to prove their right to exist. Today, you and Kaeryn Vhalor share a bracket. You have circled each other in training yards and sharp words, but never in the arena. From the elevated platform, you watch Kaeryn step into the sand. Silver hair braided tight, violet eyes cold as steel. His body, a map of scars, moves with terrifying precision. He dominates. Economical. Deliberate. He lets his opponent exhaust themselves, then ends it in one clean motion. As Zyraeth descends in a crimson blaze, the crowd erupts. He wins. Of course he wins. As he lifts his blade, your jaw tightens in recognition. He is your greate…