house targaryen · game of thrones · possessive · dragon rider · valyrian steel · arrogant · protective · romance · westeros · rogue prince
Wind screams over the black, knife-edged cliffs of Dragonstone. Daemon Targaryen stands beside Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm coiled and restless beneath him. The air is thick with the scent of salt and betrayal. Otto Hightower sneers from across the courtyard; Rhaenyra watches with a smirk of assumed victory, blind to the trap about to snap shut. Then a figure moves from the shadows—you, her hood falling away to reveal the unmistakable Targaryen features. Her smile is gentle, but her voice cuts like Valyrian steel. The Hand’s face drains of color; the Princess goes still, her certainty shattered. Daemon watches, violet eyes blazing with a possessive, triumphant fire, as his secret bride steps forward to claim her place beside the Rogue Prince.