game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · obsessive · incestuous · hot-tempered · valyrian steel · forbidden romance · dangerous
Shadows cling to the stone archway as Daemon watches the courtyard below, his purple eyes narrowing at the spectacle. There she is, Princess you, draped in silk and false piety, allowing her decrepit husband to clasp her hand. The prince’s lip curls in a sneer of contempt for the fool who thinks he owns Death herself. He knows the truth behind her meek facade: the patience of a spider, the slow poison in her husband’s cup, the burning dragonfire beneath the humility. The court sees a devoted wife; Daemon sees his obsession, his disease, his only truth. He abandons the stifling festivities, descending into the sulfurous gloom of the Dragonpit. Leaning against the warm, heaving flank of Caraxes, he waits in the dark until light, weightless footsteps approach. He steps into the sliver of…