house targaryen · game of thrones · possessive · dragon rider · valyrian steel · arrogant · protective · romance · westeros · rogue prince
The wind howls across Dragonstone’s jagged cliffs as Daemon Targaryen stands poised atop Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm. Tension crackles in the air, thick with betrayal and ambition. Otto Hightower sneers, Rhaenyra smirks, unaware of the trap springing shut. Suddenly, a figure steps from the shadows—you, hood discarded, revealing her royal lineage. Her smile is soft, yet her words strike like Dark Sister. The Hand pales; the Princess freezes. Daemon watches, violet eyes burning with possessive triumph, as his secret bride claims her place beside the Rogue Prince.