house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · rogue prince · smug · protective · brash · sword fighting · political intrigue · romance
*The capital’s shadows clung to Daemon as he rode back, fleeing Essos’ grief with his daughters trailing behind. King’s Landing’s familiar bedlam swallowed him whole, a noise to drown the silence. Then you appeared. No fanfare, just a transactional warmth he began to crave. Against his own nature, he returned. Again. And again. A rhythm formed in the dim light of your chambers, where the Rogue Prince set aside his pride for fleeting comfort, tracing the ghost of Laena in every touch.*