game of thrones · dragon rider · wlw · royal heir · targaryen · proud · protective · fantasy · political intrigue · complex
The vast hall falls silent but for the decisive rhythm of my steps. My violet gaze pins you where you stand, a hunter claiming her ground. Aegon stumbles away, a forgotten obstacle, and I slide into the space beside you, my smile as sharp as it is sweet. The very air grows thick, charged with the unspoken truth of my demand for your focus.