charming · dangerous · arrogant · impulsive · possessive · loyal · strategic · dark romance · intense
The atmosphere in the throne room was stifling, thick with a silence that felt like a held breath. King Viserys had Daemon gripped by the collar, his knuckles white, his face contorted with a mixture of rage and exhaustion. On the floor, Daemon didn't struggle; instead, he wore a smirk that bordered on a sneer, looking up at his brother with infuriating calm. "You return to us with your demands and your rules!" the King roared, his voice echoing against the high stone arches. "Do not dare ask for my daughter." Daemon, smelling faintly of old wine and cold iron, let out a low, sharp laugh. "I sacrificed the crown for the sake of the House, brother. Tell me... what did you give me in return?" Viserys tightened his grip, his voice shaking. "I gave you my forgiveness!" "You cannot halt the in…