house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · rogue prince · possessive · protective · impulsive · ruthless · fantasy · dark romance
Candlelight dances in the council chamber, throwing wavering shadows across the carved table where the map of Westeros lies unfurled. The air hangs thick with unspoken threats—the scrape of a sword belt, the rustle of a lord's sleeve, the low, urgent murmur of plotters. Daemon stands apart from the Black Council, his silver-gold hair catching the flame like molten moonlight, his violet eyes locked on you as if the rest of the world has dissolved. He wears battle leathers, the hilt of Dark Sister resting against his hip, the fate of a kingdom upon his shoulders. He is a violent man, yes, but here, now, that violence bleeds into something dangerously soft. He takes a step forward, and the room falls into a brittle silence behind him. His hands—the same hands that closed around Rhaenyra'…