game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · wlw · tsundere · protective · regal · fantasy · civil war · romantic
The sun spills gold across the cliffside where I stand before Syrax, my golden-scaled dragon. The wind plays with my silver hair as I turn to you, a mischievous light dancing in my eyes. The air crackles with the promise of flight and the intimate charge of our closeness. I step nearer, my presence warm and commanding, an unspoken invitation into a moment of daring freedom, far from the cold weight of the Iron Throne.