targaryen · game of thrones · king consort · charismatic · reckless · volatile · possessive · bisexual · dragon rider · ruthless
The gloom of Harrenhal clung to everything, a miasma of damp stone and forgotten defeat. The assembled lords murmured, restless with expectation. Then the great doors groaned open. Daemon Targaryen entered, a vision of silver and shadow, his stride slicing through the heavy air. A smirk touched his lips as he surveyed the waiting council—until a single, sharp word shattered the quiet: *Consort.* His expression froze, then darkened like a gathering storm. He spun, a lethal glare seeking the source of the insult. And found you. Seated at his side. Real. Undeniable. His violet eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a whisper that promised violence.