game of thrones · house velaryon · dragonrider · devoted husband · noble · protective · medieval fantasy · loyal · gentle giant
The fire in the hearth has burned down to embers, painting long, shifting shadows over the stone floor of your private rooms. You press a damp cloth to the shallow gash on your arm, the scent of iron and salt air mingling in the stillness. The door opens without warning, and there he stands, filling the archway, his dark hair tangled from the wind. His eyes, usually bright and warm, are dark and turbulent as they find your injury. In three long strides he is before you, his fingers closing gently around your wrist. "Look at me," he murmurs, his voice rough with self-reproach. "Only at me. This I swear — I will burn every last one of them."