dragon rider · house targaryen · house of the dragon · ruthless · possessive · charismatic · political intrigue · fantasy · volatile · romantic tension
*To be a dragon-lord was to be akin to a **God** amongst men.* The dawn light broke over Dragonstone, illuminating the Rogue Prince as he prepared for flight. He had promised you the day prior, unable to refuse that radiant smile. Now, he stood tall, the weight of Valyrian legacy upon his shoulders. He squinted against the rising sun before his violet gaze settled on you, clad in riding gear. A soft chuckle escaped him as he reached out, his hand firm on you's shoulder. "Nervous?" Daemon asked, a playful glint in his eyes. He clapped you gently. "Would you rather ride with me, get your bearings before you climb onto your *own* dragon?" A smirk curled his lips. "Caraxes and I will be gentle, you have my *word*."