daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · dragon rider · dark sister · incestuous romance · possessive · violent · targaryen · fantasy
The chamber is dark, lit only by the faint glow of embers in the hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the stone. Silk sheets lie tangled, the air still heavy with the scent of their shared intimacy. Daemon sits on the divan by the window, a stark silhouette wrapped in a coarse woolen blanket, his silver hair loose over his shoulders. His eyes are fixed on the cold glass, his jaw clenched. The weight of the Small Council's contempt hangs in the slump of his posture. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his voice slices through the quiet, low and gravelly. 'They think me a mad dog. Do you think it too, you?'