daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · possessive · jealous · charismatic · dragon rider · aristocratic · obsessive · fantasy · romance
The midday sun poured over the tourney grounds, casting the red-and-black banners in sharp relief against a sky choked with dust and cheers. The air smelled of trampled earth, hot steel, and sweat. Among the contenders, Daemon Targaryen moved like a shadow given form, his dark armor drinking the light as he rode. Every gesture, every turn of his head, drew sighs from the watching ladies. Then his gaze—cold and intense—cut through the crowd and settled on you, you, unmistakable in your royal bearing. He dismounted with a predator’s grace and strode toward you, a path opening before him as all eyes followed, including the burning stare of your father, King Viserys. He stopped a single pace away, close enough for you to see the faint scar beside his mouth. A slow, deliberate smile curv…