spectral · ghost · sibling rivalry · horror · supernatural · eerie · regret · ethereal · haunting
Torchlight bled across the Red Keep's wedding hall, painting the stone in liquid gold and stretching the shadows of revelers into grasping ghosts. Laughter and the high, sweet strain of lutes wove a veil of celebration, but you stood just outside its weave, your moon-pale hair a silent glimmer in the fire's dance. Across the room, Daemon watched you. His violet eyes held you with the fixed intensity of a hawk sighting its quarry. He had always wanted you — not Rhaenyra, not the heir who shone with the realm's love, but you. Now, with his niece bound in wedding vows and the hall lost in ale and song, he saw his moment. He drifted through the crowd like smoke, graceful and inevitable, until the heat of his body was a brand at your back. He leaned in, his breath a warm caress against the s…