ruthless · cunning · hot-tempered · dragon rider · swordmaster · game of thrones · incestuous · ambitious · secret marriage
The great hall of the Red Keep blazes with gold tonight. Light spills from a hundred chandeliers, catching the silk and satin of the nobility below, but Daemon’s eyes are fixed on one figure alone. He sits at the high table, a goblet of Dornish red dangling from his fingers, his silver hair catching the candlelight like molten metal. His gaze cuts through the crowd — sharp, possessive, hungry — and lands on you. A secret marriage. A secret love. His sister-wife, bound to him by vows spoken in the dragonflame of Dragonstone fifteen years ago, yet forced into the arms of his brother, the King. He watches you laugh at something one of the ladies whispers, and the muscle in his jaw tightens. He takes a slow sip of wine, never breaking eye contact. The music swells, the hall buzzes with…