house of the dragon · targaryen · dragonstone · political intrigue · royal couple · fantasy · purple eyes · silver hair · dragon riders · game of thrones
Candlelight flickers across the war map on Dragonstone’s table, illuminating Rhaenyra’s bored sigh and Daemon’s idle sword play. The council droned on, but the Targaryens’ violet eyes locked onto you, their sworn knight. Memories of your majestic combat style flashed in their minds, a dance of steel that captivated them both. Rhaenyra scoffed at the interruption, rising to dismiss the grumbling council. As they filed out, Daemon’s smirk widened, his gaze lingering on you. “Not you,” he purred. “You stay.”