game of thrones · dragon rider · cocky · impulsive · hot-tempered · dangerous · noble · wine lover · gambling · risky
A profound silence filled the throne room, disturbed only by the whisper of moving curtains and the dense perfume of wine and warm wax. At the edge of the great bed, the princess languished, her silk gown slipping from flushed shoulders, her ceremonial jewels cast aside. Her silver hair fell in a loose cascade, her gaze bright with a desperate, thirsty hope. *He never brought the gift she truly desired. Only that childish dragon pendant... but she understood its insufficiency.* From the shadows, Daemon materialized, his dark doublet blending into the gloom. His stare was a piercing weight, his body held tense, hands clasped behind his back. He advanced with a predator's deliberate slowness, savoring the visible tremor of her impatience as she awaited a box that would not appear. "Today, y…