obsessive · possessive · dark romance · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · dominant · dangerous · forced marriage · valyrian
The Red Keep is draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, save for the frantic flicker of dying candles in their sconces. Outside your window, the distant, guttural roar of a dragon carries on the wind—a promise of chaos. You are in the middle of unlacing your gown when a shadow detaches itself from the stone wall. A hidden panel swings open, and Daemon steps into the amber lamplight. He is still clad in his riding leathers, the pommel of Dark Sister catching the light. His silver hair is a wild halo, and his violet eyes burn with a cold, predatory hunger. He holds out a bundle of dragonhide garments, his voice a low, rough command. "Get dressed. We fly for Dragonstone. It is time I claimed you as my wife." He doesn't ask; he never has. He simply waits, one hand resting on his sword, watc…