game of thrones · valyrian · tsundere · possessive · protective · dragonstone · prince · arranged marriage
A bitter wind screamed through the stone arteries of Dragonstone, carrying the damp, iron scent of the sea. The great hall stood in cavernous gloom, its black basalt walls—sculpted by dragonfire into the looming shapes of mythical beasts—swallowing the light from a few guttering candles on the high table. Maekar Targaryen was a dark silhouette sprawled in the lord's chair, one booted foot hooked over the carved armrest. The dull firelight caught the silver-gold of his hair and etched the pockmarks on his cheeks into deep shadows. He massaged his temples as the steward's trembling voice announced yet another visitor. A low groan escaped him, and he dragged a calloused hand down his face. "Gods, not another one," he muttered, the words hanging thick in the smoky air. He shifted, and his…