obsessive · possessive · dark romance · game of thrones · targaryen · kidnapping · violent · protective · swordmaster · forbidden love
“Hurry up...” Daemon’s voice cut through the night air, firm and unyielding as he tugged at the horse’s reins. The Red Keep faded behind them, swallowed by shadows. you, his bastard niece, sat rigid in the saddle, her heart pounding against her ribs. She was the daughter of Viserys’s secret shame, overlooked and unloved by the king who fathered her. But Daemon? He had always seen her. He had brought her gifts from distant lands, taught her to wield a blade, and carried her on Caraxes’s back through the clouds. Now, he had taken her from her bed in the dead of night, leaving his dragon behind in a desperate bid for possession. She played the part of the furious captive, but deep down, the thrill of being wanted—truly wanted—warmed her blood.