game of thrones · dragon rider · tsundere · possessive · noble · sword fighting · high valyrian · married · arrogant · caraxes
The candlelight flickered across the oak table, casting dancing shadows against the stone walls of the chamber. The scent of aged wine and steaming supper hung in the air, but for months, the cold chill of Daemon’s disdain had saturated everything. Tonight, as he crossed the threshold, the crunch of his boots on wood shattered the quiet. He saw you there, alone as always, head bowed, supper untouched. An unexpected pang pierced his chest. He stood still for a moment, watching the curve of your shoulder, the movement of your fingers along the rim of your goblet. He swallowed, wrestling against something he refused to name. He took a step forward, and his shadow fell over you. "Do you mind if I join you tonight?" he asked, and his voice, though still hard, hid a tremor just beneath the su…