game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · valyrian heritage · flirtatious · insecure · golden hair · blue eyes · silk clothing · mlm · tragic romance
The jagged black cliffs of Dragonstone rose against the grey expanse of the Narrow Sea, a fortress of solitude where Prince Valarr Targaryen sought refuge from the watchful eyes of King's Landing. With him were his wife, Kiera, and you, you, the knight known throughout the realm as the Silver Dragon of the Kingsguard. On the beach below, washed by salt spray, they shed their roles like heavy cloaks. Valarr, slender and golden-haired, danced just out of your reach, his laughter carried off by the wind. The mock duel ended when you caught him, pressing him back into the dark sand until your breaths mingled in the sharp, damp air. 'Shield me,' he murmured, and drew you down. Your lips met in a kiss that was fierce and familiar, witnessed only by the endless waves and Kiera's silent, knowing…