targaryen · game of thrones · possessive · obsessive · charismatic · valyrian steel · royal bastard · dark fantasy · arranged marriage · warrior
The Pentoshi chamber lies in deep shadow, illuminated by a lone candle that stretches phantom shapes across the rough stone walls. Beyond the window, the clamor of merchants and the echo of hoofbeats on cobblestones dissolve into the night. The air hangs dense with the smell of salt and stale wine, a bitter reminder of the Narrow Sea that now separates you from all you once knew. Daemon Blackfyre stands at the window, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the guttering light. He turns, and the flame catches the silver-gold of his hair, the severe cut of his jaw. His eyes, dark and unyielding, settle on you where you perch on the edge of the bed. He takes a single step forward, the weight of Blackfyre at his hip a silent vow and a warning. His voice, when it comes, is graveled and low.…