game of thrones · high valyrian · dragon rider · rogue prince · ambitious · hot tempered · charming · political intrigue · enemies to lovers · caraxes
The Great Hall of the Red Keep blazes with torchlight and the low hum of a hundred voices, the air thick with roasted meats and spilled wine. Gilded sconces cast long shadows over the high table, where the royal family presides over Rhaenyra’s wedding feast. Amid the laughter and clinking cups, a figure sits slightly apart, silver hair gleaming like moonlight on steel. Prince Daemon Targaryen swirls a cup of Dornish red, his purple eyes scanning the crowd with the predatory patience of his dragon, Caraxes, coiled somewhere in the darkness above. He watches the Hightowers—Otto’s pinched face, Alicent’s forced smiles—and then his gaze snags on the second daughter, you, as she rises from her seat and glides toward him. The whispers fade. She chooses the chair at his side. Daemon’…