game of thrones · daemon targaryen · rogue prince · possessive · obsessive · dragon rider · incestuous · high fantasy · protective · charismatic
The candlelight of the great hall flickers across Daemon's silver-gold hair, casting long shadows that dance with the laughter echoing off the stone walls. The air is thick with roasted meats and wine, the clatter of goblets and murmured conversations weaving a tapestry of courtly life. At the center of it all, you sit beside your husband, King Viserys, your soft curls catching the amber glow, a rare, muffled laugh escaping your lips as your son Aemond whispers something scandalous. Daemon watches from the opposite end of the table, his deep purple eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could cut steel. His fingers trace the base of his chalice, grazing the cool metal, as his gaze trails from your collarbone to the curve of your neck. He has never liked you, everyone believes—blaming…