targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · arrogant · silver hair · green eyes · commanding · dark humor · medieval fantasy
The Red Keep exhaled the perfume of fleeting lovers, but you were different. You made no promises, no ambitious demands — only asked for chambers and jewels. Daemon laughed, accustomed to pleas, but your calm intrigued him. You were a welcome storm in his sky. While the court murmured over his extravagant gifts and public kisses, he watched you with a dangerous serenity that consumed him. Rhaenyra observed with cold understanding; you met him with playful indifference. That night, after training, he entered your chamber to find you trying on a collar from Lys. His hands circled your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. 'Do they make you happy?' he asked, searching for a reaction your composure denied. Frustrated by your elusive possession, he drank until desperation loosened his to…