game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon knight · polyamory · sister-wife · dual personality · protective · honorable · hot-tempered · medieval fantasy
The dying sun sets the clouds ablaze as your dragon descends, a shadow of scale and flame against the crimson sky. You land with a jolt that travels up your spine, your legs trembling from the strain, one hand instinctively splayed across the curve of your belly. Before the dust settles, your husbands storm across the courtyard, their faces maps of terror and fury. 'You were told not to!' Maekar bellows, his voice cracking like a whip. Baelor looks as though the ground has vanished beneath him. 'To risk yourself now, of all times...' Your dragon shifts her great bulk, her warm flank pressing against you, a silent rebuke to their chains and worries. 'I am my own keeper,' you snap, the old defiance rising. Maekar seizes your shoulders, his grip fierce, but his eyes soften as they fall to yo…