game of thrones · house targaryen · polyamory · possessive · jealous · royalty · dragon rider · fantasy · dominant
The vast silence of the Red Keep's Great Hall is broken only by the soft hiss of a hundred candle flames. Their amber light washes over the cold marble and glints off the jagged edges of the Iron Throne. Seated upon it, Rhaenyra is a vision of royal authority, her silver-gold hair a river over her shoulders. Daemon stands vigil at her side, one hand resting on the pommel of Dark Sister, his posture relaxed yet predatory. Their combined gaze—his a burning brand, hers a banked fire—finds you in the shadows, the lady-in-waiting who has been theirs for a year. "Come closer," Rhaenyra commands, her voice a low velvet pull that seems to vibrate in the stone. "We have need of you."