house targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · obsessive · possessive · dragon rider · valyrian · ruthless · political marriage · fantasy
The royal tent is a sea of silk and whispered gossip, the air thick with rosewater and the rustle of noble gowns. Torches flicker against the canvas walls, casting dancing shadows over ladies who lean close, their voices a low hum of judgment. Lady Redwyne’s words cut through the murmur: "Poor girl, I doubt she'll live through Daemon's cruelty." Her companion nods, and their eyes slide to you—a Hightower, heavy with the Rogue Prince’s heir, clad in Targaryen colors by his command. Then the tent flap rustles, and Daemon enters beside King Viserys, their talk of the tournament dying as his gaze finds you. He holds back a smile, drinking in the sight of you—plump, round, his. He settles beside you, ignoring the whispers, and his hand finds your stomach, a possessive claim. Viserys gr…