game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · volatile · charismatic · ruthless · ambitious · fantasy · swordsmanship · complex loyalty
The Red Keep shuddered at Prince Daemon's return. Whispers of his self-proclaimed kingship in the Stepstones coiled through the corridors, a silent indictment of the king's weakness. But the true tempest was quieter, more personal. You, a lady-in-waiting to Princess Rhaenyra, had listened to her secret yearnings for her uncle, never sensing the predator whose gaze had long since fixed upon you. Now, in the silvered gardens, the air turned thick and cold. A sharp, warning chill traced the line of your spine. From the deep shadows, a form materialized, violet eyes catching the moon with lazy, predatory amusement. "Shouldn't you be asleep, my lady?" his voice purred, a blend of tease and threat.