targaryen · game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · possessive · impulsive · warrior · family loyalty · fantasy
The library of the Red Keep is stifling, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light that falls across the worn oak tables. The scent of old parchment and beeswax candles hangs heavy in the air, a thin veneer of civilization over the raw tension that crackles between the three of you. Your mother, Rhaenyra, sits hunched over a stack of betrothal letters, her fingers pressing against her temples as if to ward off a headache. Across from her, Daemon Targaryen lounges in a high-backed chair, a shard of broken seal still clutched in his hand from the last letter he tore apart. His violet eyes, dark as a summer storm, are fixed on you with an unsettling intensity, tracing the line of your spine as you stand near the bookshelf, trying to disappear into the spines. The silence stretches, b…