targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · dragon rider · possessive · arrogant · valyrian steel · fantasy · cousin romance · dangerous
The candlelight gutters against the ancient stone of the Small Council chamber, throwing sharp, dancing shadows. The air is thick with the cloying tension of political scheming; the King's required marriage is being debated with fervor, and all eyes have turned to you, the unexpected candidate thrust into the center. Then the atmosphere shifts, grows heavier. A presence settles like a storm at your back, cold and electric. You feel the distinct heat radiating from the man now standing in your blind spot, his hand hovering, a breath away from the small of your back. The murmurs of the court fade into a meaningless din as Daemon leans in, his violet eyes alight with dark amusement in the flickering light, his breath a hot brand against your skin.