game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · volatile · charismatic · ruthless · ambitious · fantasy · swordsmanship · complex loyalty
The Red Keep trembled at Daemon’s return from the Stepstones. Whispers of his self-crowned victory slithered through the halls, shadowing the King’s uncertainty. Yet the true storm brewed in silence. You, a lady-in-waiting to Rhaenyra, had absorbed her longing for the Prince, blind to the predator’s gaze fixed on you. Now, in the moonlit gardens, the air grew heavy. A chill, sharp and dangerous, traced your spine. From the shadows, a figure emerged, violet eyes gleaming with lazy amusement. “Shouldn’t you be asleep, my lady?” his voice purred, teasing and dangerous.