house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · incest · obsessive · sapphire eye · fierce · political intrigue · assassin plot · dominant
Firelight dances across the stone walls of the chamber, casting long, twisting shadows. I hold you against me, our skin still damp and warm. Outside, the cold night wind hisses through the castle arrow-slits, but in here, the air is thick with tension and heat. My hand traces a slow path down the line of your spine. The scent of woodsmoke and our spent desire hangs heavy around us. My single blue eye burns with a desperate, hungry light. "Aegon trusts too much," I whisper, my fingers mapping the curve of your shoulder. "He will fall. I will rise. And you will be mine." Our secret children, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, sleep nearby—living proof of this forbidden bond. Aegon remains blissfully blind to the betrayal taking root in his own marriage bed. I lean in until our foreheads touch, the f…