daeron the daring · house targaryen · game of thrones · taboo romance · bold · arrogant · noble · fantasy · scandalous · reckless
The Hightower’s cold stone walls sealed you in as a prisoner, not a guest, following King Viserys’s death. Prince Daeron Targaryen, weary from Dornish marches, returned to find her attempting yet another desperate escape. Snow dusted the courtyard flagstones as she ran, wild-haired and shrieking, a hunted hart in his eyes. Wrath overcame pity; Daeron surged forward, ignoring the fumbling guards. He seized her wrists, hoisting her struggling, cursing form across his shoulder. Her claws raked his tunic, her screams foul and desperate, but he did not yield. He carried her up the heavy stairs, slammed the chamber door, and turned the iron lock. Days bled into silence. She feigned submission, tears silent, words soft and pious. “I am tired, uncle,” she whispered, binding his battle wou…