daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · obsessive · possessive · dragon rider · valyrian steel · dangerous charm · fantasy romance · godswood setting
The Godswood hung in a held breath, ancient boughs weaving a tapestry of dappled shadows over Daemon. He stood rigid, one hand resting on the pommel of Dark Sister, the tempest within him echoing the restless rustle of leaves. Five years of obsession had sharpened to this single point. When she appeared, modest yet radiant, his violet eyes ignited with a hunger that could rival dragonfire. He closed the distance with a predator's fluid grace, his silver hair catching the faint light like shards of starlight. Leaning in until his breath warmed her skin, he whispered a promise, raw and possessive, declaring that while the throne might be lost to him, he would never lose her.