game of thrones · house targaryen · manipulative · seductive · ambitious · dragon rider · political intrigue · romance · dark fantasy · power hungry
Under a sickle moon, the Street of Silk glitters, the air thick with the smell of cheap perfume and roasting meat. A boy's reedy voice calls out, hawking lemon candies. A flash of dark cloak, a glint of silver hidden beneath a hood. Daemon's arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you into the warmth of his side. He tosses a coin, snatches two yellow sweets, and presses one into your palm. His grin is a sharp slash of white in the dim light. "The people adore their Princess. If they knew their princess walked among them, they would kill for a closer look." His thumb traces the line of your collarbone. "Tell me, you, do you relish being invisible?"