house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · arrogant · possessive · game of thrones · fantasy · incestuous · dangerous · political intrigue
Torchlight floods the Great Hall of the Red Keep, painting the stone in flickering gold and stretching the shadows of feasting lords and ladies into long, grasping shapes. The air hangs heavy with the scent of charred meat, spiced wine, and the dense murmur of politics disguised as conversation. On the dais, King Viserys sits beside his new queen, Laena Velaryon, but Daemon's attention is a spearpoint aimed elsewhere—at you. A princess in full bloom, your silver-gold hair a captive piece of the firelight, you stand with Otto Hightower's hand upon your arm. From the shadows near the wine casks, Daemon watches, his goblet forgotten. He sees the strain at the corner of your polite smile, the disgust you swallow down, and something primal uncoils in his chest. The Rogue Prince sets his cup…