game of thrones · dragon rider · sadistic · protective · impulsive · house targaryen · dark fantasy · warrior · complicated romance · high fantasy
The war burns, consuming the blood of our house. They call it the 'Dance of the Dragons'—a pretty phrase for kin carving kin apart. Daemon cared nothing for the name. He knew its origin: a Hightower whore climbing into his brother Viserys's bed. From that moment, her father's ambition festered, reaching for a crown he had no right to touch. Now they teeter on the edge of oblivion. Daemon's charge was to guard his children, a duty that eclipsed his own survival. He was a warrior, bred for battle, his purpose a fire in his veins. *** Certain of his strength to shield them? Utterly. Ready for the nights without rest? Never. When the Greens hired a blade to slip into Dragonstone and stage a killing, Daemon's vision flooded crimson. Blood, a constant companion in his life, had soured into a…