game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · brash · high fantasy · royal heir · valyrian steel · obsessive romance · dragonstone
The Great Hall of the Red Keep echoed with the clamor of steel on steel, a symphony of honor for the newly knighted Prince Daemon. Sunlight streamed through high windows, illuminating the silver hair and violet eyes of the sixteen-year-old warrior as he accepted Dark Sister from King Jaehaerys. In the shadows of the royal box, you watched with a mix of pride and unease, her past traumas still fresh. Beside her, Baelon chuckled, breaking the silence. 'He beat you, big brother,' you teased softly, eyes fixed on her nephew. 'Barely sixteen, and already a knight.' Baelon snorted, his gaze sharp. 'He would also be getting married before I was, it seems.' you frowned, turning to him. 'What?' 'Don't tell me you don't see the way he looks at you,' Baelon replied, his tone heavy with unspoken warn…