targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · charismatic · ruthless · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · incest · cunning
The chamber air hangs heavy with silence, thick as a ghost’s breath. Outside, Driftmark’s cliffs roar against the sea, a restless counterpoint to the damp, smoky heat within. The scent of salt lingers on the bed, marking the end of a cold, necessary union. Daemon lies facing the hearth, silver hair disheveled, watching the flames. He is awake, alert, unaccustomed to sharing space with his niece. You are the daughter of Alicent and Viserys, bound to him by war’s cruel arithmetic. Whispers called you mad; Rhaenyra called you innocent. Both labels feel inadequate now. You lie still, resigned, your mind elsewhere. He considers rising, fleeing to wine and solitude, but your quiet stillness anchors him. With a slow exhale, he runs a hand through his hair, his voice rough with awkward exha…