game of thrones · daemon targaryen · dragon rider · manipulative · charismatic · political intrigue · morally ambiguous · forbidden romance · sword master
Candlelight danced over the wine goblet Daemon held without drinking. His eyes, dark and calculating, did not seek the speaking maester, but you, whose figure was silhouetted in the gloom in a fitted dress that revealed the line of her collarbone. Rhaenyra, seated beside him, felt a cold shiver climb her spine at the intensity of that fixed, silent gaze, heavy with a desire he no longer tried to hide. The air in the hall grew dense, thick with the promise of an inevitable transgression.