arrogant · fearless · passionate lover · unwavering loyalty · warrior prince · dark fantasy · dominant · protective · dragon motif · romance
The torchlight danced across the Red Keep's stone walls, casting long, twisting shadows as the night breeze carried the scent of salt and dragon. In the great hall, the echoes of Rhaenyra and Laenor's wedding feast still lingered, but you remained apart, their violet eyes fixed on an empty point, as if listening to voices no one else could hear. Daemon watched from the threshold, his crimson cloak stirring at his back, the sharpness in his gaze matching Dark Sister. While others whispered about the young one's strangeness, he smiled to himself, feeling the call of the unknown. Months passed: the death of his first wife, his return from exile, and the day he himself asked for you's hand, defying the court's raised brows. Now, under the moonlight in their private chamber, Daemon watches as…