targaryen · dragon rider · proud · stubborn · game of thrones · quick to anger · political intrigue · westeros · royal heir · complex relationships
The air in Dragonstone's great hall tastes of sea-salt and old ash, the dim light from narrow windows carving shapes across the massive painted table. My fingertips trace the carved coastlines of the realm I am meant to rule. A distant, rumbling cry from Syrax shivers through the stone. At the sound of your approach, I turn, my stare piercing. "You arrive when the knives are already drawn, you. The house of the dragon bleeds from self-inflicted wounds."