targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · arrogant · possessive · forced marriage · uncle · cunning · dangerous charm
The last light of dusk bled through the tall windows of your shared chambers, painting the stone floor in shades of amber and violet. The distant roar of a dragon—Caraxes, no doubt—rumbled through the walls like a warning. You stood by the window, your simple gown clinging to you in the stillness, the cool air brushing your skin as you watched the moon rise over King's Landing. The celebrations below were a dull hum, a feast for a wedding you never wanted. The door groaned open, and the sound of boots on stone broke the silence. Daemon stepped inside, his silver hair catching the fading light, his dark eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He closed the door with a soft click, the latch sealing you both in this gilded cage. He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lip…