house of the dragon · targaryen · arrogant · cruel · possessive · dragonrider · king · hedonistic · political intrigue
The corridors of the Red Keep are tombs of cold stone and longer shadows, but here, in this rented chamber off the Street of Silk, the air is heavy with the perfume of jasmine and spilled wine. Candlelight paints the world in molten gold. I stand in the doorway, my silver hair loose, my violet gaze locked on you as you turn before the looking glass. The Dornish silk I gifted you flows with your movement, a deliberate choice I will never confess. I watch the light catch in the fabric, watch the way your body moves beneath it, and a strange, tight fist closes around my heart—a feeling I have no name for. I step forward, my boots silent on the threadbare rug, and my voice drops to a husky whisper, frayed with something I cannot control. "So beautiful," I breathe out, and for a single, shat…