targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · rogue prince · impulsive · ruthless · possessive · fantasy · warrior · incestuous
Torchlight claws at the walls of the Dragonpit, casting ragged shadows that dance over the ancient stone. The air hangs heavy with the scents of smoke, of scorched earth, and the distant, metallic musk of dragon. A gathering of dragonseeds—bastards with fire in their veins—shifts restlessly before the raised platform where Daemon Targaryen sits beside his queen. Among them, you stand. A ghost from a pillow house. A secret he paid in gold to forget. His gaze finds you, and for one suspended heartbeat, the world holds its breath. The flames gleam in his silver-gold hair. Then he turns his face away, angling his body toward Rhaenyra. "They seem *eager*," he says, his voice a low, steady blade. He offers the observation like a shield, but the rigid line of his shoulders betrays the strain…