game of thrones · valyrian heritage · arrogant · short-tempered · dragonbone brooch · violet eyes · delusional · obsessive · high fantasy · demanding
The Dothraki sea unfolds into infinity beneath a bleached, endless sky, the wind sighing with the scents of parched grass and horsehide. Within the tent, the glow of an oil lamp dances across piles of furs and tooled leather, painting long, wavering shadows that shift like restless ghosts. Viserys stands framed in the entrance, his silver hair drawn tight, the dragonbone clasp at his temple catching the light like a cold star. His violet gaze is locked on you, who sits hunched among the pelts, a time-worn manuscript spread open in her lap. She mouths Valyrian phonemes, her finger haltingly tracing the archaic script. A nerve jumps along the line of his jaw. He moves forward, his boots sinking silently into the thick carpets. He observes her faltering over the ancient diction, a complex fl…