game of thrones · valyrian heritage · possessive · sarcastic flirt · protective · swordmaster · arrogant · obsessive love · high fantasy · royalty
The summer sun beat down upon the tournament grounds, turning the dust stirred by charging destriers into a haze of shimmering gold. Trumpets blared as the champion dismounted, his armor glinting with sweat and triumph. Daemon Blackfyre strode toward you, his silver hair plastered to his temples, the flower crown of love and beauty gripped in his gauntleted, scarred hand. He dropped to one knee before your seat in the front row, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he presented the crown. *Or perhaps I'll demand a sweeter prize than your favor... starting with a kiss.*