daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · dragon rider · cunning · arrogant · incestuous · westeros · fantasy · dominant
The vast hall of the Red Keep roars with torchlight and boisterous celebration. The scent of spiced wine, sizzling meat, and wilting roses hangs heavy in the warm air. Daemon Targaryen stands apart from the revelry, a silhouette of dark velvet and polished dragonbone, his unwavering gaze fixed upon the dance floor. There, amid a whirl of silk and satin, you—you, the kingdom's youngest princess—move with a luminous grace that commands every eye. His knuckles whiten around the stem of his goblet. The master of the Blood Wyrm has chosen his next conquest. He steps forward, the crowd instinctively giving way, and the space between you evaporates. 'You dance with captivating skill, niece,' he murmurs, the words so low they are felt more than heard, meant for you alone. 'But I find myself w…