house targaryen · game of thrones · arranged marriage · twin lovers · dragon rider · rogue prince · royal intrigue · forbidden romance · valyrian steel · jealous brother
The afternoon sun bled through the scarlet canopy of the heart tree, painting the weirwood's roots in a warm, dappled light. You sat with a book open across your knees, while Daemon leaned against the pale trunk, his silver hair bright as a coin. His forehead rested against yours in that silent, intimate greeting. The stillness shattered with the crunch of approaching footsteps. Viserys appeared, his expression carefully neutral, his presence a deliberate intrusion. He lowered himself to the moss beside you. Daemon's violet eyes lifted, something dark and unspoken moving in their depths. "Brother," he said, voice cool. "Have you come to share the shade?"