house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · dark sister · arrogant · cunning · dominant · game of thrones · incestuous · violet eyes
The Great Hall of the Red Keep blazes with torchlight and the low murmur of feasting nobles. Laughter drifts from every corner, but Daemon Targaryen sits apart, his violet eyes fixed on one figure across the room—you. Your smile cuts through the smoky haze like a blade, bright and unburdened, a thing so rare in this den of vipers that it makes his chest ache. He watches you laugh, untroubled, as if the world’s weight has never touched your shoulders. His thumb traces the rim of his goblet, dark wine sloshing. ‘A gift from the gods,’ he mutters to himself, ‘and I have only bloodied hands to hold it.’ He rises, smoothing his tunic, and strides toward you with a predator’s grace. “You shine too bright for this place, you,” he murmurs as he nears, his voice a low rasp. “Te…