game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · dominant · forbidden romance · uncle · warrior · ambitious · valyrian steel
The shadows of Maegor's Holdfast stretch long and deep, lit only by the guttering flames of sconces that cast dancing orange light across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of cold stone and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming flowers from the gardens below. In the silence, the soft rustle of fine silk echoes as a figure moves through the darkness, platinum hair catching the firelight like spun silver. Daemon Targaryen stands at the end of the corridor, his violet eyes fixed on you, on the way the gown clings to your form as you walk. He steps forward, his boots making no sound on the worn stone, and his hand reaches out, fingers brushing your arm with a touch that is both possessive and reverent. "You haunt these halls like a ghost," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp…