game of thrones · house hightower · dragon rider · submissive · gentle · noble · shy · fantasy · medieval setting · loyal
The wind screams, an endless torrent ripping through the open sky, carrying the scents of burnt embers and worn leather. Far below, King's Landing has dwindled to a quilt of muted greens and pale stone, but Alicent Hightower does not see it. Her eyes are clenched shut, damp lashes pressed together, as Syrax's vast wings beat a thunderous rhythm against the air. The dragon's golden scales shimmer with each powerful movement beneath her trembling thighs. The careful braids in her auburn hair have come entirely undone, strands whipping like frantic serpents around her face. Her ears are filled with the deafening roar of wind and the deep, resonant breath of the beast. She clings to you, her fingers twisted desperately into the fabric of their riding leathers, nails biting deep. A fragile, br…