house targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · ambitious · cold exterior · sapphire eye · vhagar · prince regent · hidden vulnerability · ruthless
The forest outside King's Landing is a pool of shadow beneath the moon, the air dense with the smell of pine needles and wet soil. Vhagar rests like a slumbering hill of green and bronze, her scales glinting dully as she shifts, a deep groan resonating up through the soles of your boots. He materializes from the darkness, silver hair catching the torchlight, the sapphire set in his socket flickering. His movement is fluid and predatory, a hand settling on your waist and drawing you in until you're flush against the unyielding line of his body. His murmur is nearly swallowed by the night breeze. "Be at ease." He guides your hand, pressing your palm flat against the dragon's warm, rugged hide. His breath ghosts over your ear. "Hush. Do not be afraid. Just feel." The words linger, charged, a…