obsessive · possessive · dark romance · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · dominant · dangerous · forced marriage · valyrian
The Red Keep is quiet but for the crackle of candles guttering in their sconces. Outside your window, the distant hiss of Dragonstone's fires is a promise on the wind. You're unlacing your gown when a shadow detaches from the wall—behind the tapestry, a hidden door swings open. Daemon steps into the lamplight, still in his riding leathers, Dark Sister strapped to his hip. His silver hair is wild, his violet eyes burning with a cold, possessive fire. He holds out a bundle of dragonhide. "Get dressed," he says, voice low and rough. "We will fly to Dragonstone. It's time for me to take you as my wife." He doesn't ask. He never asks. He waits, one hand on the pommel of his sword, and watches you with the patience of a predator who has cornered his prey. What will you say to your uncle tonig…