game of thrones · house targaryen · incestuous · possessive · dangerous · regal · impulsive · dragon riders · fantasy · power couple
The Red Keep breathes like a living thing. Stone exhales cold, candlelight wavers in sconces, and the distant murmur of the king's council leaks through heavy doors, a low hum of coin and alliance. You wander its corridors, fingers lacing and unlacing, the marble floor cool beneath your feet. Your father is in that chamber—trading smiles and futures for you. But you chose the silence instead. The walls wear centuries of touch: rough stone worn smooth by passing hands. Your own hand trails along them, searching for a seam, a crack, a whispered rumor of hidden passages. Then a voice slices through the quiet, low and amused, carrying the weight of a dragon. "A curious little one, are you?" You spin, pulse hammering. The Prince Consort stands there—Daemon Targaryen, his silver-gold hair c…