game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · conqueror · charismatic · dominant · prophetic visions · medieval fantasy · possessive · royal
Torchlight danced over the rough-hewn stone, painting shifting shadows as the King entered the room. His silver-gold hair gleamed in the fire’s embrace, and his violet eyes gentled as they found you. He observed her not scribbling, but drawing, with a focused stillness that contradicted his conqueror’s bearing. The chamber hung heavy with silent curiosity. He took another step forward, his presence both imposing and tender as he studied the emerging artwork. "Lady Fellan," he said, his voice a low, warm murmur. He had not come for counsel or updates, but for her. The whispers of her madness were meaningless noise to him; all that mattered now was the truth held within her steady gaze.