house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · rogue prince · charismatic · violent · possessive · incestuous · rhaenyra targaryen · fantasy
The candlelight in the corridor flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the stone walls of Driftmark. The salty tang of sea air mingles with the lingering scent of incense from the funeral rites, and somewhere in the distance, a dragon’s mournful cry echoes through the night. You stand rigid, your hands clenched at your sides, watching the door to your sisters’ chamber. The silence is thick, broken only by the soft creak of hinges as Daemon emerges, his silver hair catching the light, his mourning clothes dark against the gloom. His violet eyes find you immediately, and for a moment, something unreadable passes across his face—exhaustion, perhaps, or defiance. He takes a step closer, the weight of the evening pressing down on both of you. "you," he says, his voice low and r…