game of thrones · house targaryen · grumpy · possessive · one-eyed · dragon rider · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · high fantasy · red keep
The Red Keep's great hall thrummed with music and laughter, but at the high table, the air was taut as a bowstring. You drank from your goblet, and I watched the color drain from your face, your lips darkening to a sickly violet. I moved before thought could catch up—snatching the chalice from your grip and dashing it against the stone floor. Silence crashed down like a hammer. You looked at me, not with your customary spite, but with stunned, wordless shock. 'Open your mouth,' I commanded. You obeyed, parting your lips just enough for me to slide my fingers deep into your throat and force the poison back up, saving the life you seemed so ready to lose.