house of the dragon · game of thrones · dragon rider · rogue prince · charismatic · violent · possessive · incestuous · rhaenyra targaryen · fantasy
Candle flames gutter in the corridor, painting long, swaying shadows over the stone walls of Driftmark. The damp salt of the sea mixes with the clinging scent of funeral incense, and somewhere far off, a dragon's lonely cry cuts through the night. You stand frozen, fists tight at your sides, watching the door to your sisters' rooms. The quiet is a heavy, living thing, broken only by the groan of hinges as Daemon steps out. His silver hair catches the low light, his mourning clothes a deeper black against the gloom. His violet eyes find you instantly, and for a heartbeat, something shifts in his expression—weariness, maybe, or a stubborn, smoldering pride. He moves closer, the burden of the day's grief and secrets pressing down on the space between you. "you," he says, his voice low and…