𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

it  is  of  no  surprise  to  arianne  that  his  eyes  should  linger  ──────  for  she  is  the  sovereign  of  heat―  the  fever  of  passion,  the  rush  of  elation  and  ecstasy...  and  there  beneath  the  steaming  spotlight  of  his  stare,  she  blooms  ―  glistening  with  threads  of  sweat  and  silver  that  chimes  with  every  twirl  and  step  to  the  rhythm  filling  the  palace  halls.  scarlet  kissed  fingertips  reach  for  his  hand,  plucking  the  ivory  lord  from  amongst  the  sidelines  and  into  the  sea  of  twisting  colors,  chuckling  as  bodies  collide.  "  years  of  practice,  my  lord.  "  she  sings with  a  smirk,  guiding  his  hand  to  her  swaying  hip,  slowing  to  a  gradual  to-and-fro.  "  ―  an  expert  if  you  will...and  expertise  tells  me  a  dance  is  far  more  delightful  with  two...  "

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, the Dragonlord was no stranger to all things beautiful. Fine works of all the arts created by the most esteemed of hands decorated the halls of the place he calls home. His blood was that of DRAGONS and gods, said to be possessed of a beauty unlike that of simple men. There was SELDOM a coveted thing that was out of reach for one like him, and thus scarce was the occasion in which he would be so swiftly impressed. Yet, violet gaze was prisoner to the ALLURE of the vision now before him. 

All Vaedar could do was openly stare, a slave to the graceful sway of enticing hips and simmering heat lurking behind the eyes that captured his own. It stirred the perpetually burning flame in his own veins, spreading through his being with invigorating tendrils of THRILL. Her hand guides his, an invitation and permission he does not hesitate to gladly seize and join in the dance. Standing closer, her appeal is all the more MESMERIZING. 

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓

This is a little headcanon to try and expose better the reasons behind Vaedar's 'manwhoring' ( as I like to call it ) tendencies, because it doesn't happen out of nowhere. It also explains as simply as possible how that goes in tandem sort of with the romantic and love aspects of his character. I will include an excerpt from a discord RP as a little background to the headcanon, and since this is a mature theme, then it will be under cut.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍: 𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐄𝐒, 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝟣35 𝖡𝖢 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋; 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐬.𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖣𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃

Friendly reminder that this headcanon specifically applies only to this RP blog and character, it's not meant to be used as a theory for the series as a whole.

It's widely known that only those with the 'blood of the dragon' are able of riding dragons, though the reason behind this is up for debate, but it hints to some kind of connection ( be it to the genetic level or through bloodmagic sorcery, which I expand on over here ) between Valyrians ( specifically, Dragonlords ) and dragons.

What is also known is that Dragonlords did use magical objects such as horns, to more effectively control their dragons. These were intelligent creatures with their own wills and whims, so they did disobey their riders often enough, especially if the bond was still weak. In time, as the bond is fortified, then these instances occurred less. Horns and spells were sung in an attempt to fortify that bond and prevent this 'disobedience' through magical control. However, it was not necessary, as Targaryens and their 'dragonseed' could bond with dragons without the use of them. 

A dragon bond is in itself a magical connection, which is why Valyrian Dragonlords practiced incest to preserve the magical quality of their blood as pure as possible, to maintain that ability to bond with and ride dragons ( aside from political reasons, of course ). The bond does not only involve the rider but the dragon, so this means that the dragon also must 'choose' the rider, and this depends on each of them individually. For the rider, the bond may begin first as an allure of sorts, an affinity to a certain dragon or even a developed interest, which can happen when they have been exposed to the frequent company of one. An example of this can be how Targaryens placed dragon eggs in the cradles and the dragons that hatched ( if they did ) were bonded to the babies. 

Aside from being able to ride dragons, the bond allowed for the pair to be connected on an emotional and subconscious level. Dragons learn commands initially through the emotional communication with their riders as they are being taught/trained, associating the words with what they can subconsciously perceive from the rider ( their 'will' pretty much ) when the word is spoken. Afterwards, as highly intelligent ( in ways people cannot understand ) creatures, this will enable them to better learn and understand the human language of their rider. They would also grow aware of where the other is and call for them ( though very large distances may hinder this to an extent ), if they are in danger or alarmed, as well as feel their pain as their own. This merger also seems to benefit the rider's health, perhaps triggering magical properties in their blood, which could render them resistant to diseases or illnesses. They can even feel as the other passes away, which would be an incredibly tormenting and traumatic event.

From this subconsciously emotional connection can also come new challenges for both of them. When the bond is being developed, there is a clash of 'wills' so to speak, in which one part may push against the subconscious of the other, influencing their actions or even moods. For example, while a dragon is in the middle of the hunt, its rider may feel hunger, a surge of adrenaline, more violent tendencies, or altogether be repulsed by certain foods due to what the dragon is eating. If the rider is upset, the dragon may become violent and prone to 'disobedience', as it may confuse the emotional turmoil and act on it or against it. As the bond develops and solidifies, a balance will eventually come in which both dragon and rider will be able to distinguish their individual 'wills' by consolidating them into the bond. It will form a more effective communication, to the point where those more deeply forged bonds will allow for the rider to fly upon the dragon without even needing to voice instructions or commands of where to go or what to do. 

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 in the known world came to an end, by means of the most catastrophic disaster in history: The Doom of Valyria. Much was lost in the cataclysm that claimed not only the land, but the peoples who lived there, along with their secrets. What truly transpired for such a grand power to COLLAPSE in a single day and night, is still up to debate and speculation, even four centuries after it occurred. That it was the work of the gods; that the greed of the Freehold brought about their own demise; that inter-fighting and assassinations consumed them; that a magical accident unleashed chaos. Perhaps there is truth to one, a few, or all of these claims but as disputed as they are, only those who PERISHED know of the cause, and are now forever silenced.

They were people both alike and unlike others, common folk with simple lives and nobles with wealth and riches that could shame many a King’s fortune. But true power resided with those families who rode upon the backs of the most majestic creatures ever known to man: DRAGONS. Those men and women held the title of DRAGONLORDS. Their blood possesses a unique and some say magical bond with dragons, for sorcery was also a gift they knew how to use well.

With the fall of Valyria, however, all of this knowledge was LOST. The lives that these Dragonlords led now deep in the waters of the Smoking Sea; most of their names erased from the pages of history… but not all. Few as they are, some survive, scribbled down on some record of an essosi bank or the faded scrolls in an old palace behind the Black Walls of Volantis. It’s all that remains of a Dragonlord by the name of VAEDAR OF HOUSE VALARYS, the last to hold the seat as head of that noble valyrian family.

It was the year 134 BC, a respected Dragonlord, sorcerer and firemage known as Maeron Valarys was halfway through his term as elected Archon of the valyrian city of Draconys. His family—Wife, sons and only daughter, who was with child—had temporarily taken residence in their palace at the city south of the then whole valyrian peninsula. It was a beautiful structure, polished stone gleaming under the sun, sitting atop a cliff overlooking the warm and usually tame waters of the Summer Sea. It’s there that the archon’s first grandchild was born to his eldest son and daughter—who were married in accordance to tradition—Aeron and Vaenya, giving the newborn babe the name of Vāedar. In the High Valyrian tongue, the name meant ‘Song’.