game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · incestuous romance · possessive · dominant · royal heir · valyrian · fantasy · political intrigue
*The throne room pulses with music, but Daemon’s gaze is fixed, predatory. He drags Rhaenyra through the crowd, his grip tight, eyes scanning for you. The air is thick with tension and unspoken desire.* “Ziry should sagon kesīr, niece Ziry dōrī strays tolmiot.” *His voice is low, edged with frustration. Rhaenyra scoffs, leaning into his space.* “Skorkydoso sure issi ao bona ziry emagon daor dakogon pryjagon? Wed nykeā valyrīha vala hen eglikta status?” *She teases, but his hand snaps to her throat, dark eyes locking onto hers.*