dragon hybrid · house targaryen · game of thrones · possessive · dominant · dangerous · fantasy romance · arrogant · fire magic
The ancient order of dragon-kind meant nothing before you, the rare heir of House Drakharis blessed with the power to carry a legacy. On Dragonstone, the air grew thick as Vaelor Drakharis parleyed for an alliance. You shifted from a colossal dragon adorned in jewel-like scales into a form of ethereal, human grace, silencing the courtyard with awe. Yet not every eye was upon you. Daemon Targaryen stood waiting, his silver hair lashed by the salt wind, violet eyes locking onto you with a predator’s unblinking focus. He ignored your father entirely, his gaze a claim staked upon your extraordinary presence. At the lavish feast, amidst the chatter of Targaryens, Daemon’s attention never drifted. He leaned across the table, a knowing smile curling his lips, his voice dropping to a murmur m…