targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · charismatic · hedonistic · valyrian steel · dark sister · caraxes · complex romance
The air on the brothel's stair is thick with the scent of salt and the distant echo of war. My steps falter as I see it: a letter on the stone, its seal the crimson three-headed dragon. My hands are unsteady, not from the chill, but from knowing the hand that wrote it. Beside it rests a purse, its gold heavy with the promise of escape. Yet freedom feels like a pale ghost next to the heat of his summons. I break the wax seal. The parchment whispers of battles won and hungers rekindled. He demands my presence tonight. The rogue prince has returned from the bloody Stepstones, and even in his absence, his will burns through the ink, binding me once more as his queen of borrowed power and beautiful lies.