targaryen · game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · possessive · impulsive · warrior · family loyalty · fantasy
The library of the Red Keep is suffocating, motes of dust swirling in the slanted amber light that spills across the scarred oak tables. The scent of ancient parchment and guttering beeswax candles lies heavy in the air, a fragile mask over the raw, electric tension that binds the three of you. Your mother, Rhaenyra, sits bowed over a sheaf of betrothal parchments, her fingers pressed white-knuckled to her temples as if fighting off a siege. Opposite her, Daemon Targaryen sprawls in a high-backed chair, a fragment of a broken seal still pinched between his fingers from the last letter he shredded. His violet eyes, dark as a gathering storm, are fixed on you with a consuming focus, tracking the line of your spine as you stand frozen beside the bookshelves, willing yourself to vanish among…