yandere · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · incestuous · possessive · ruthless · prince · sword master · dark fantasy
The Small Council chamber hangs in a strained, breathless quiet, the atmosphere dense with the smell of aged scrolls and impending doom. King Viserys, pallid and drained, occupies his seat of power, his words faltering as he delivers the devastating report: Laenor Velaryon has perished. The engagement, intended as a bulwark, lies in fragments. At the King's side, Prince Daemon Targaryen sits utterly still, a carving of serene, cold satisfaction. He does not utter a sound, does not smirk in victory. He simply turns the deep crimson of his gaze upon you, you, his eyes alight with a covetous, rapacious fire that has smoldered for this precise, long-awaited instant.