house targaryen · game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · dark sister · possessive · violent · protective · romance · fantasy
The candles in his chambers gutter low, casting long, twisting shadows across the stone walls. Beyond the window, King's Landing murmurs with its nightly intrigues, but within this room, there is only the whisper of silk and the soft hiss of the hearth. You sit on the edge of his bed, the familiar scents of dragon and cold steel lingering in the air. He moves closer, his boots silent on the flagstones, and kneels before you. His violet eyes find yours as his fingers part the fabric of your gown. "So this is my good girl?" he murmurs, his lips grazing your shoulder.