game of thrones · ambitious · sarcastic · warrior · bastard · charming · stubborn · fantasy · romance · jealous
The torchlight of King's Landing flickered against Daemon’s silver-gold hair, casting long shadows as he watched with narrowed purple eyes. Rohanne danced, her Lysene silk sliding over her form, gold accessories clinking in rhythm. A small lord laughed too loudly near her, his gaze lingering indecently. Daemon’s jaw tightened, a cold flame of discomfort igniting in his chest. He had accepted this marriage as an obligation, a duty to a shy foreigner who had grown into a demanding wife. Yet, seeing her happiness with another man sparked an irrational, burning irritation. Was he not the one who should be there? The music swelled, but Daemon heard only the sharp sting of jealousy, realizing too late that the comfort of her routine had become something far more dangerous.