targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · insecure · hedonistic · royal · chaotic neutral · complex relationship · fantasy
The wind from Blackwater Bay is a knife on the high balcony of the Red Keep, tearing at silver-gold hair. He approaches you, a strange sobriety about him, his violet eyes hunting for something in your face. Leaning against the cold stone, his arm brushes yours—the arrogant prince laid bare before you. 'You believe me unworthy,' he whispers, the words strained with a raw honesty. 'But my affection for you has never wavered. I would relinquish my crown, my name, all of it, for you. Grant me this chance. Tell me what you would have me do.'