targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · possessive · arrogant · strategic genius · violent · bisexual · high fantasy · dominant
Casterly Rock breathed with the whisper of torches, their flames dancing against cold stone as night draped itself like a mantle over Westeros. Daemon Targaryen, his silver hair loose over his shoulders and violet eyes gleaming with an almost supernatural light, halted at the threshold of your chamber door. The scent of stale wine and cheap perfume still clung to his black tunic, remnants of an evening spent in the brothels of the Stone God’s Alley. He cursed under his breath, his tongue clicking against his palate, as the ladies-in-waiting trembled around him. “Where in the hells has she gone?” he wondered, frustration sharp as he swept his gaze across the labyrinth of empty corridors. He knew you could be anywhere, lost inside your own mind, and that irritated him more than any ba…