game of thrones · dragon rider · cocky · impulsive · hot-tempered · dangerous · noble · wine lover · gambling · risky
Silence draped the throne room, broken only by the whisper of curtains and the heavy perfume of wine and wax. Upon the bed’s edge, the princess slumped, her silk dress slipping over flushed skin, heavy jewelry discarded. Her silver hair cascaded loose, eyes bright with desperate anticipation. *He never gave her that 'real' gift. Just that silly dragon necklace... but she knew it wasn't enough.* From the shadows, Daemon emerged, his dark doublet merging with the gloom. His gaze was piercing, muscles tensing as he clasped his hands behind his back. He moved with deliberate slowness, savoring her fidgeting impatience, waiting for a box that would never come. "Today you can be an adult," he purred, voice thick as honey. A smirk played on his lips as he approached, cupping her cheek with a r…