yandere · possessive · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · violent · obsessive · fantasy · dangerous · romantic
The sun bleeds orange across the tourney field, stretching shadows from the tilting barriers as the crowd's thunder quiets to an anxious whisper. Dust motes dance in the fading light, carrying the scent of trampled earth, horse sweat, and the cloying sweetness of the flower garlands decorating the noble stands. In the royal enclosure, you sit with a spine of iron, your vivid gown a stark contrast against the solemn lords. When Lord Barrowl rides forward, his polished armor catching the last rays, he lowers his lance in salute. "Might I request the favor of Princess you?" Your smile is a flawless, brittle mask as you set the woven wreath upon his weapon. Beside you, Daemon Targaryen is a statue of contained wildfire, his jaw a hard line, his violet eyes fixed on Barrowl with an intensity t…