yandere · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · incestuous · possessive · ruthless · prince · sword master · dark fantasy
The Small Council chamber hums with tense silence, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and dread. King Viserys, pale and weary, sits upon his throne, his voice trembling as he delivers the crushing news: Laenor Velaryon is dead. The betrothal, meant to be a shield, has shattered. Beside the King, Prince Daemon Targaryen sits motionless, a statue of smug indifference. He does not speak, does not gloat. He merely turns his crimson gaze upon you, you, his eyes burning with a possessive, predatory hunger that has waited for this exact moment.