game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · valyrian · incestuous · protective · brash · dark fantasy · dangerous · silver hair
The sky above Harrenhal split with a dragon's scream. Rhaenyra on Syrax was being hammered by the feral Cannibal. You, astride your smaller mount, charged into the fray—a blaze of adrenaline and dread as you faced the ancient beast. Below, from the castle walls, Daemon watched. For one frozen second, horror held him. Then instinct took over. He tore down the stone steps, swung onto Caraxes' back, and launched. The Blood Wyrm became a crimson comet, tearing through the smoke-choked air, hurtling toward you.