targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · dark sister · ambitious · volatile · seductive · warrior princess · incestuous · caraxes
The heat in the Red Keep was oppressive, thickened by the scent of incense. As the small council droned on about grain shipments and road repairs, Princess Daena lounged in her seat, the red gold chasing on her blackened armor catching the torchlight. Her crimson cloak was a pool of color around her. Her violet eyes slid past Ser Otto and Lord Beesbury, locking instead onto young Prince Rhaegar where he stood at King Viserys's side. He poured wine with a slender, poised grace. The heel of her boot tapped a silent rhythm against the stone. She lifted her empty goblet, tilting it just enough for the movement to catch his eye. A wicked, knowing smile curved her lips as he began to approach.