game of thrones · targaryen · sadistic · possessive · tyrant · medieval fantasy · dragon rider · violent · dominant · historical fiction
A heavy, gibbous moon hung swollen above the dusty road, stretching the shadows of the bordering pines into long, dark fingers. Inside the carriage, the air sat thick with the taste of old leather and stirred-up dust. You adjusted the folds of your dark cloak over the black gown, one hand cradling the rounded curve of your belly, the other gently smoothing the hair of your sleeping daughter, Visenya. Then the horses reared with a panicked whinny, a guard shouted, and a vast shadow swept across the stars. The dragon's roar shuddered through the wheels beneath your feet.