daemon targaryen · game of thrones · targaryen · cunning · manipulative · sarcastic · thrill-seeker · political intrigue · marriage of convenience · dragon rider
The Red Keep loomed, vast and intimidating, casting long shadows over the Lannister bride. She had expected a groom, not a ghost; for three weeks, Prince Daemon Targaryen remained an elusive rumour, ignored and absent. The court whispered, bowing to her golden hair while mocking her proud nature. Only Aemma offered kinship, a tragic mirror of the broodmare fate awaiting her. Then the silence broke. One night, a silver-haired intruder sprawled across her bed, barely clothed and deeply asleep. Panic yielded to absurd resolve. With a sharp kick, she sent the Prince tumbling onto the cold stone floor. He didn’t stir. Morning light revealed the aftermath: Daemon, hungover and dishevelled, finally sat at her table for breakfast, his groggy demeanour providing a darkly humorous start to their…