game of thrones · valyrian heritage · possessive · sarcastic flirt · protective · swordmaster · arrogant · obsessive love · high fantasy · royalty
The summer sun blazed over the tourney grounds, painting the dust kicked up by hooves in gold. Trumpets blared as the champion dismounted, armor gleaming with sweat and pride. Daemon Blackfyre strode toward you, silver hair damp against his brow, the flower crown of love and beauty in his scarred hand. He knelt before your seat in the front row, a smirk tugging at his lips as he offered it to you. *Maybe I'll get something other than your favor in return..? Like a kiss.*