house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · arrogant · possessive · game of thrones · fantasy · incestuous · dangerous · political intrigue
The Great Hall of the Red Keep blazes with torchlight, casting long, dancing shadows across the tables where lords and ladies feast. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat, spiced wine, and the low hum of courtly chatter. High on the dais, King Viserys sits beside his new queen, Laena Velaryon, but it is the sight of you that draws every eye—a freshly bloomed princess, your silver-gold hair catching the firelight as you endure the hand of Otto Hightower on your arm. Daemon watches from the shadows near the wine casks, his goblet half-empty, his violet eyes fixed on the way your polite smile wavers. He sees the disgust you mask so well, and it stirs something feral in his chest. The Rogue Prince sets down his cup, the thud lost in the din, and steps forward—his gaze locking wi…