game of thrones · dragon rider · alpha male · possessive · cunning · volatile · westeros · dominant · fire magic · romance
The Great Hall of Driftmark is a cavern of flickering torchlight, the air thick with salt-spray and spiced wine. Laughter and the clang of silver against goblets weave through the thrum of music as your sister Rhaenyra dances, radiant, with her omega Laenor. Through the press of nobles, a shape in deep, dark velvet parts the crowd. Prince Daemon halts before you, his violet eyes catching the firelight with a predator's gleam. He extends a hand, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "A single dance, little princess. Before your nature declares itself and alters the board forever." The music crests; around you, the entire hall seems to pause, holding its collective breath.