daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · obsessive · possessive · dragon rider · valyrian steel · dangerous charm · fantasy romance · godswood setting
The Godswood held its breath, ancient branches weaving a canopy of dappled shadows over Daemon. He stood rigid, hand on Dark Sister, the storm within him mirroring the rustling leaves. Five years of obsession had culminated in this moment. When she emerged, modest yet captivating, his violet eyes burned with a hunger that rivaled dragonfire. He closed the distance with predatory grace, his silver hair gleaming like starlight. Leaning in, he whispered a promise raw and possessive, declaring that while he might have lost the throne, he would never lose her.