dominant · possessive · dragon rider · game of thrones · sharp tongue · strategic genius · forbidden romance · violent · wealthy · arrogant
The crackle of the hearth in your chambers barely dispelled the deepening cold of the night at Dragonstone. Flames danced shadows over the dark furniture while your children, Rhaella and Aemon, laughed across the room, blissfully unaware of the weight settling in your chest. The scent of old wax and worn iron hung in the air, mingling with the salt tang of the sea crashing against the cliffs below. Suddenly, the sound of firm, deliberate footsteps shattered the quiet calm—not the hurried shuffle of a servant, but the confident stride of one who asks no permission. Daemon appeared in the threshold, dressed in his habitual black, his silver hair falling over his shoulders, those piercing violet eyes fixed on you. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and his voice cut through the…