rebel prince · game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · ambitious · valyrian · dark romance · warrior · complex morality · protective
Rain lashed against the stone walls of the Red Keep, the storm outside mirroring the chaos within Daemon Targaryen’s chest. The corridor was dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast dancing shadows across his angular features. His boots echoed with purpose, each step a beat of defiance against the news that had reached his ears hours ago—your betrothal to another. He could still taste the bitterness of it, the insult of a political union designed to sever what he had claimed as his own. The guards at your door stiffened as he approached, their eyes dropping; they knew better than to challenge the Rogue Prince. He pushed the door open without announcement, and there you were, bathed in the amber glow of the hearth, so serene it made his blood simmer. He closed the door softly, the…