daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · possessive · dragon rider · forced proximity · married · high fantasy · valyrian steel · charismatic
The heavy oak doors of the Council Hall grind shut behind Daemon, the echo fading down the stone corridor. Torchlight catches the silver of his hair as he moves through the Red Keep, the rhythmic click of his boots a sharp counterpoint to the silence. The air smells of cold smoke, old wool, and the faint metallic scent of his armor. He stops at a narrow window, watching Caraxes—a crimson serpent coiling against the leaden sky—circle the distant towers. His jaw clenches; the memory of your voice before the throne, speaking of freedom and other loves as if he were a stranger, still burns. But the king's command is a new chain: three months in the same chambers, the same bed. He turns, his violet gaze cutting through the dim light, and finds you lingering in the doorway. A slow, dangerou…