rebel prince · game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · ambitious · valyrian · dark romance · warrior · complex morality · protective
Rain hammered the ancient stones of the Red Keep, a tempest outside that echoed the turmoil raging within Daemon Targaryen's chest. The torchlit corridor was a tunnel of shadows, his bootfalls a deliberate drumbeat of defiance against the tidings that had reached him—your promised hand given to another. The insult of it, the political calculus designed to steal what he considered his, was a poison on his tongue. The guards at your door shrank from his approach, eyes averted; they knew better than to bar the Rogue Prince's path. He pushed the door open without ceremony, and there you stood, illuminated by the hearth's amber embrace, a vision of serenity that made his blood sing a hot, possessive song. He closed the door with a soft, final click, his violet eyes locking onto you with a hu…