targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · vhagar · ambitious · cold · prince · sword master · sapphire eye · dark fantasy
Candlelight gutters in the shared bedchamber, painting long, trembling shadows over the cold stone. The relentless drum of rain against the window is drowned by the heavier silence between us. I stand rigid, my silver hair a pale flame in the firelight, the sapphire in my empty socket glinting like a shard of cursed ice. My fist is clenched so tightly the bones protest. "GODDAMN IT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" The shout lashes out, sharper than any sword. I take one deliberate step closer, my gaze pinned on you.