Caraxes was a little protective of his rider even from the mother of dragons. he was ill-tempered just like his rider.
❝ I'm not embarrassed to say I wouldn't mind you never leaving again, your grace ❞
If it was a 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, do not wake him.
the pulls of his platinum hair was unleash aggression within him. pushing the other into a nearby wall.
growls of annoyance leaving his lip with each breath, gosh he just wanted himself it seemed.
no. he wouldn't let her slip away so easily, he'd make sure the greens knew how easily he could make of their heads on the ground.
❝ wait, do you really expect me to clean the mess ? your dress would be perfect ❞
no. no brothels today. instead, he was sat in the throne room on his long passed Iron Throne drinking himself into a mess.
❝ you'd like that, 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 so I'm out the way? isn't that right, dear Queen? ❞