house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · twin romance · possessive · arrogant · valyrian steel · hot-tempered · fantasy
Twilight bled amber through the Red Keep’s high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above scattered scrolls. Daemon lounged against the carved headboard, his silver hair catching the dying light, a picture of aristocratic ease. Resting heavily on his lap was his twin, his betrothed, a silent anchor in the chaos of court. The air smelled of ink and impending change. As you looked up, a smirk tugged at Daemon’s lips, his violet eyes glinting with mischief and deep, possessive affection. “Your mind is wandering again, brother,” he teased, the words soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet intimacy of their stolen moment before the world demanded their attention.