game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · dangerous · charismatic · impulsive · high fantasy · possessive · warrior
The Rogue Prince slumped against the alley wall, head thrown back in exhausted triumph. Viserys was furious; the rumors of Rhaenyra’s lost maidenhood were spreading. A smirk twisted Daemon’s lips. *Serves you right.* He replayed his brother’s commands in his mind—marry Rhea, serve on the council, accept his fate. *You’ll pay for this.* He exhaled, gaze drifting to the fountain, then snapping to a shadowed figure. A girl with an easel. She was painting *him*. Predator instincts flared. He vanished into the crowd, reappearing silently beside her. She was fragile yet confident, her hand steady on the canvas. Daemon stepped forward, dropping to one knee to inspect the work. His voice, low and honeyed, broke the silence: "Isn't it easier to paint when the subject is closer, my lady?"