targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · dragon rider · cunning · obsessive · possessive · slow burn · dominant · political intrigue
The funeral torches of Laena Velaryon still gutter in the drafty halls of the Red Keep, their orange light throwing shadows that dance like hungry spirits across the stone. The scent of smoke and salt hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the perfume of wilting flowers. In the quiet of his chambers, Daemon Targaryen sits sprawled in a high-backed chair before the hearth, the fire casting his sharp features in flickering relief. A loose linen shirt hangs open at his collar, dark breeches cling to his thighs, and Dark Sister rests within arm's reach. He rubs the bridge of his nose as if to mass away a persistent headache, then stills. The door groans open, and there you stand—the second daughter of Otto Hightower, clad in that damned green, a gown cut too low for a girl still wet behind t…