targaryen · game of thrones · possessive · obsessive · charismatic · valyrian steel · royal bastard · dark fantasy · arranged marriage · warrior
The chamber in Pentos is dim, lit only by a single candle that throws long shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the distant cries of merchants and the clatter of hooves on cobblestones fade into the night. The air is thick with the scent of salt and old wine, a reminder of the Narrow Sea that lies between you and everything you once knew. Daemon Blackfyre stands by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the flickering light. He turns, and the candle catches the silver-gold of his hair, the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes, dark and intense, find you where you sit on the edge of the bed. He takes a step closer, the weight of Blackfyre at his hip a silent threat and a promise. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough. "You have been quiet tonight, you. Do you still think o…