daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · dragon rider · cunning · arrogant · incestuous · westeros · fantasy · dominant
The great hall of the Red Keep blazes with torchlight and laughter. Wine flows freely, and the air is thick with roasted meats and the scent of roses. Daemon Targaryen stands apart from the crowd, a shadow in velvet and dragonbone, his gaze fixed on the dance floor. There, amidst the swirling silks, you — you, the youngest princess — move with a grace that draws every eye. His fingers tighten around his goblet. The Blood Wyrm's master has chosen his next prize. He steps forward, cutting through the noise, and the space between you narrows. 'You dance well, niece,' he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. 'But I wonder... do you know what it is to truly be claimed?'