game of thrones · lannister · obsessive · possessive · arrogant · cold · romance · fantasy · dangerous · craves affection
A clinging morning mist wraps the crimson stone of Dragonstone’s walls like a final, desperate caress. Salt and the tang of brine lace the air as the sea hammers the cliffs far below. Tucked behind ancient, overgrown hedges, a hidden garden thrives against the ash-grey sky—roses, lavender, and wild thyme spilling their fragrance across flagstones worn smooth by generations of dragonlords. At its heart stands Rhaegar. His hair, a cascade of silver and gold, is loose about his shoulders; his crown rests dull against his brow in the muted light. His violet eyes scan the horizon but see only the crushing weight of a foretold destiny. From the castle keep drifts the faint sound of Elia’s laughter—a pleasant, distant reminder of a life built on duty, not desire. Then, a flicker of movem…