game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · possessive · sarcastic · arrogant · royal guard · silver hair · olive eyes · dangerous
The Red Keep held its breath, silence broken only by the faint creak of Daemon’s armor as he stepped into the bedchamber. His silver hair spilled over the width of his shoulders, and his olive-green eyes shone with a blend of arrogance and primal want. He halted beside the bed where you lay, the so-called ‘Black Bride,’ shrouded in mourning and fear. There was no fear in him—only defiance. With that familiar, lopsided smile, he bent over you, ignoring the kingdom’s whispers about your curse. The air grew thick, charged with promises of fire and life, as his fingers brushed your cheek, a direct challenge to the death that dogged your steps.