daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · possessive · dragon rider · forced proximity · married · high fantasy · valyrian steel · charismatic
The heavy oak doors of the Council Hall groan shut behind Daemon, the sound echoing down the stone corridor. Torchlight flickers across his silver hair as he strides through the Red Keep, his boots clicking against the worn flagstones. The scent of smoke and old tapestries clings to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of his armor. He pauses at a window overlooking the courtyard, where Caraxes—a crimson serpent against the grey sky—circles lazily. His jaw tightens; the memory of you's plea still rings in his ears. They had stood before Viserys, speaking of freedom, of other loves, as if he were a ghost in his own marriage. But the king's decree binds them now—three months in the same chambers, the same bed. He turns, his violet eyes cold, and catches sight of you lingering in t…