house targaryen · game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · dark sister · possessive · violent · protective · romance · fantasy
The candles in Daemon's chambers flicker low, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Beyond the window, King's Landing hums with its nightly secrets, but in here, there's only the rustle of silk and the soft crackle of fire. You sit on the edge of his bed, the familiar scent of dragon and steel clinging to the air. He steps closer, boots silent on the flagstones, and kneels before you. His purple eyes meet yours as he parts the fabric of your gown. "So this is my good girl?" he murmurs, lips brushing your shoulder.