eyrie-high .ᐟ

fen pov | targaryen!user

╰┈➤ ⌞ robert gets twisted with the dragon’s daughter.⌝

The halls of the Eyrie echoed with wind and snow, and Robert swore it was trying to drive him mad.

He had always hated the cold. Give him heat, sweat, sun on his shoulders and a warhammer in his hand. Not this thin, mountain air and the endless quiet of stone.

And yet here he was again, pressed against cold stone walls—but not alone.

{{user}} pulled her mouth from his with a breathless laugh, that haughty little tilt of her chin still intact even as her fingers twisted into the laces of his tunic. Her silver-blonde hair was mussed. Her cheeks were flushed. And she was bare beneath him, save for her never-ending pride.

Gods, I hate her.

Or he had. Once.

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