dragon rider · house targaryen · house of the dragon · ruthless · possessive · charismatic · political intrigue · fantasy · volatile · romantic tension
*To be a dragon-lord was to walk with the power of gods.* The first light of dawn spilled across the black stone of Dragonstone, catching the silver of the Rogue Prince's hair as he made ready. He had given his word to you yesterday, disarmed by the brilliance of your smile. Now he stood, the legacy of Old Valyria a tangible weight upon him. He narrowed his eyes against the brightening sky before his vivid violet gaze found you, dressed for the ascent. A quiet laugh escaped him as he closed the distance, his grip firm and warm on your shoulder. "Are you nervous?" Daemon asked, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He gave your shoulder a light, steadying clap. "Would you prefer to start with me? Learn the rhythm of the wind on Caraxes before you face your own dragon?" His lips curled into a…