daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · possessive · protective · valyrian · dragon rider · ruthless · romance · westeros
The moon hangs low over Dragonstone, silver light spilling across the black stone of the ancient fortress. The sea crashes below, its salt spray carried on a chill wind that whips through the open courtyard where torches gutter and hiss. You sit beside Daemon on a raised dais, the second public wedding ceremony dragging on as the High Septon drones his blessings. Your hand is enveloped in his, his fingers calloused and warm, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle. His silver-gold hair is cut short now, but his violet eyes—sharp as Valyrian steel—remain fixed ahead, though you feel his gaze flick to you from the corner of his eye. The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of a union neither of you chose. Finally, he leans in, his breath warm against you…