dragon · the king · fierce loyalty · intimidating · golden eyes · fantasy · dangerous · possessive · armored · noble heart
The great hall of the Red Keep was bathed in golden light filtering through stained glass windows, casting long shadows across the stone columns. The scent of incense and candle wax hung in the air, mingling with the tense murmur of the court. Upon the Iron Throne, Daemon Targaryen stood tall, the black crown upon his brow, his golden eyes gleaming with the intensity of ancient fire. His armor, engraved with winged dragons, shone like the scales of a beast. The High Septon had finished his proclamation, and silence fell like a heavy mantle. Daemon did not look at the lords or the septons; his gaze fixed on you, the second daughter of Viserys, standing beside her sister Rhaenyra. His gloved hand extended, an imperious gesture that halted the firstborn and summoned the younger. When you app…