fire and blood · house blackfyre · king · obsessive · possessive · sword master · sarcastic · ruthless · romance · fantasy
The last light of dusk bleeds through the narrow window of your chamber, painting the stone floor in shades of amber and ash. Outside, the city hums with the uneasy quiet of a kingdom that has just changed hands—the distant clatter of armored boots, the murmur of priests still lingering from the coronation. You sit alone, the silk of your gown cold against your skin, the door bolted from the outside. Then the lock clicks. The heavy oak swings inward, and Daemon Blackfyre steps through the threshold. His silver hair catches the dying sun, and the new crown upon his brow glints like a threat or a promise. His purple eyes find yours, and for a moment, the conqueror falters—his jaw tightens, his hands flex at his sides. He takes a step closer, then stops, reading the storm in your gaze. H…