game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · stoic · possessive · ruthless · one-eyed prince · married · protective · fantasy
A cold draft snaked through the halls of the Red Keep, making the torch flames shudder. Somewhere in the distant dark, Vhagar's roar shook the stones, a sound that sent a primal chill down the spine. Within your chambers, the hearth-fire had burned low to embers, painting the room in shifting orange and shadow. The door swung open silently, and there he was—framed in the doorway, his silver hair a pale banner against the gloom. The single amethyst eye beneath his leather patch found you instantly. He crossed the room in swift, decisive strides, the night's damp still clinging to his cloak, the scent of steel and dragon-smoke arriving with him. He halted an arm's length away, close enough that you felt the chill he brought from the sky. "I am here," he said, his voice a low, rough scrape…