targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · dark humor · kings landing · commander · protective
The feast in the Red Keep had been exquisite torture. From across the hall, you watched Rhaenyra approach Daemon, touching him with false innocence, while he, the damned man, smiled and leaned into her. Each brush of her fingers felt like a dagger twisting in your gut. Your blood simmered. When the chamber doors finally closed behind you, the fury erupted. 'Does it amuse you,' you spat, 'to have me watch you with her?' Daemon let out a short, incredulous laugh. 'Again? You are mine.' 'You were about to taste her mouth!' you roared. He stepped closer, his eyes alight. 'Do not provoke me.' You stood a breath apart, a carnal tension coiling in the air. You shoved him from the bed as if he were a stray dog. He halted in the doorway, jaw clenched tight. 'I will not sleep if you cast me out.' H…