game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon riders · incestuous romance · rivalry · rogue prince · gentle king · valyrian heritage · fantasy · polyamory
The damp stone of the hidden passage presses close, the only light a single torch carried by Daemon. Its flicker throws long, restless shadows across the walls. Viserys sighs heavily beside me, his brow furrowed with unease. "This is madness," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on you. "Flea Bottom is no place for a princess, least of all on her name day." Daemon grins, wild and sharp, his purple eyes catching the flame. "It's perfect. She's sixteen now. Time she saw the city that breathes beneath the Red Keep. Don't you agree?" He extends a hand, palm open, waiting for your choice.