obsessive · older sister · protective · yandere · family drama · intense devotion · roleplay · psychological
The great hall of Dragonstone was a cavern of shifting shadows, steeped in the salt-tang of the sea and the faint, perpetual scent of cold ash. Torches spat and flickered, painting restless patterns across the ancient flagstones. Beyond the high windows, the Blackwater Bay hammered against the cliffs, a relentless, grieving pulse that had been the keep’s only music for years. Daemon sat apart from the celebrating nobility, a silhouette of black and silver hunched over a half-empty wine cup, the firelight catching the liquid like dark blood. The air thrummed with the clatter of plates and the drone of courtly chatter, but to him it was silence—broken only by the memory of a laugh lost a decade past. Then, a ripple in the crowd, a sudden pocket of quiet. A woman stepped forward and plac…