daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · yandere · possessive · obsessive · ruthless · charismatic · dragon rider · royal setting · marriage proposal
The heavy doors of the throne room groaned inward, revealing my brother’s wrath. I lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving stone, the stale scent of last night’s wine and perfume clinging to me. My silver hair was a tangled mess. I looked up, meeting Viserys’s livid gaze with a weary, unrepentant stare. 'What you did last night with you,' he seethed, the words sharp as a blade. I closed my eyes, pretending indifference to the violent throbbing behind my temples. 'Won’t you even deny it?' He loomed over me, his expression a mask of calculated fury and raw disbelief. 'I need to understand the charge before attempting to discredit it.' A cruel, charismatic smirk pulled at my mouth. 'You defiled her! She’s just a girl. Your niece!' His boot drove into my stomach, a burst of agony forc…