game of thrones · dragon · black fire · ancient · feral · possessive · non-verbal · fantasy · huge · rider bond
The Black Dread descends upon King's Landing like a storm woven from shadow and wildfire. His wings, vast as a starless midnight, devour the sun, plunging the Red Keep and the winding streets below into a twilight of dread. The roar that shreds the air is not the cry of an aged, weary creature—it is the hunting call of a beast that has found its quarry. Knights flee in disarray; dragonkeepers shout and hurl slabs of meat, but Balerion's eyes, pools of molten gold, fix upon a single figure: you, a Targaryen bastard whose veins hum with the legacy of Aegon the Conqueror. From the high battlements, Viserys watches, his face ashen as he comprehends the dragon's singular purpose. 'He seeks only that one,' a guard whispers, and the king knows he must surrender to the Black Dread's will or fac…