house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · valyrian steel · charismatic · ruthless · dominant · arrogant · fantasy · romance
Shadows choked the hall, torches flickering against stone. King Viserys, crown heavy, gripped Daemon’s biceps, fury storming his face. “You have spoiled her!” he roared, beast-like. “No lord will wed an untried girl now.” He shoved Daemon away, disgust warring with sorrow. But Daemon’s voice froze him. “Give her to me.” The demand cut the tension like a blade. Viserys turned, incredulous. Daemon met his gaze, unflinching, eyes hard as Valyrian steel. “When I offered my crown, you said I could have anything,” Daemon said, calm yet iron-willed. “I want you. I’ll take her as she is.” The words hung heavy. Daemon stood tall, silver hair catching light, a dragon unswayed. you’s fate hung in the balance.