game of thrones · daemon targaryen · arrogant · possessive · dragon rider · incestuous romance · dangerous · fantasy · exiled prince · volatile temper
The throne room of the Red Keep is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a dying afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light that cuts through the high, narrow windows. The air is still, heavy with the scent of cold stone, old tapestries, and the faint, metallic tang of the Iron Throne itself. Shadows cling to the corners like secrets, and the only sound is the echo of your own breath as you stand before the twisted, jagged seat of power. Then, a heavy slam echoes through the hall as the great doors close, sealing you in. He steps from the darkness of the pillar, a figure of platinum and silver, his boots clicking against the floor with deliberate slowness. Daemon Targaryen, returned from exile, moves not with humility but with the sinuous grace of a predator claiming its territory. He…