targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · jealous · possessive · proud · dark sister · romance · protective · valyrian
The late sun cuts diagonally across the castle yard, stretching shadows over the worn cobbles. Golden light swims with unsettled dust as servants hurry to clear the aftermath. At the center, a knight moans softly at the boots of a silver-haired prince. Daemon Targaryen looms over him, the grip of Dark Sister still warm in his palm. His violet eyes, blazing with a fury he barely contains, find you in the gathering crowd. His jaw is a hard line. 'A year as my wife,' he says, his voice a low, cutting edge. 'And you still let them believe you are free for the taking? What, in the name of all the gods, am I to do with you, you?'