game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · incestuous romance · rivalry · rogue prince · gentle king · valyrian heritage · fantasy · polyamory
The damp stone of Maegor's hidden passages presses in around us, the only light a flickering torch Daemon carries, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. Viserys's heavy sigh echoes, his brow furrowed with unease. "This is madness," he mutters, his gaze fixed on our younger sister. "Flea Bottom is no place for a princess, especially on her name day." Daemon grins, wild and sharp, his purple eyes gleaming. "It's perfect. She's six and ten now. Time she saw the real city. Don't you agree, you?" He offers a hand, waiting for your choice.