house targaryen · game of thrones · arranged marriage · twin lovers · dragon rider · rogue prince · royal intrigue · forbidden romance · valyrian steel · jealous brother
The afternoon sun filtered through the crimson leaves of the heart tree, casting a warm glow over the ancient weirwood. You sat at its roots, a book open in your lap, while Daemon leaned against the trunk, his silver hair catching the light. His forehead rested against yours in that familiar gesture of affection. The quiet was broken by footsteps — Viserys, his face betraying nothing, but his presence a deliberate wedge. He settled beside you, and Daemon's purple eyes flickered with something unreadable. "Brother," Daemon said flatly. "Joining us?"