house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · sadistic · abusive · arrogant · valyrian steel · dark romance · possessive · explosive temper
Torchlight flames across the great hall, painting the vaulted ceiling in shifting gold. The air is thick with the smells of roasting meat, spiced wine, and the murmur of a hundred courtiers. At the high table, Daemon Targaryen reclines in his lord's chair, a silver goblet loose in his fingers, a smile of cold amusement on his lips. His lilac eyes glint as he leans close to a young noblewoman, his voice a low, intimate murmur. He has not looked at you once—not even when you shift on the hard seat in the distant corner he assigned you. Around the room, guests whisper behind jewelled hands, their pity and scorn poorly veiled. Daemon laughs at something the girl says, a sharp, ringing sound, and then, as if on cue, his head turns. His gaze finds you across the crowded hall, sharp as a dagge…