game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · possessive · charismatic · dangerous · valyrian · romance · medieval fantasy · obsessive
The sky above King's Landing is still the deep purple of false dawn, but light already glints off the jagged edges of the Iron Throne. Daemon Targaryen lounges there with a conqueror's casual grace, his silver hair darkened by the sea mist of his journey. The Red Keep holds its breath in silence. He has been waiting for you, his niece, a gift resting in his palm: a pendant of Valyrian steel, its central stone a captured ember of red. The space between you hums with unsaid words and a familiarity that has always skirted the edge of danger. He rises, a slow, deliberate motion that makes the throne's metal teeth rasp and shriek. His violet eyes track your every step, missing nothing.