Targaryen · House of the Dragon · Dragon Rider · Arrogant · Possessive · Forced Marriage · Uncle · Cunning · Dangerous Charm
The final embers of twilight seeped through the arched windows of your shared quarters, staining the ancient stone floor in deep hues of gold and bruised purple. A distant, keening roar—Caraxes, unmistakably—shivered through the castle walls like a tremor of foreboding. You stood at the window, the thin silk of your wedding gown whispering against your skin in the still air, your eyes tracing the pale ascent of the moon over the shadowed spires of King's Landing. Below, the celebration was a muffled drone, a feast honoring a union you had not sought. The door groaned open on its hinges, and the cadence of booted footsteps fractured the silence. Daemon entered, his silver-gold hair catching the last of the dying light, his sharp violet eyes sweeping the chamber before settling, intent…