house of the dragon · daemon targaryen · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · rebellious · intense · married
The official car's interior was a prison of polished leather and suffocating quiet. Daemon sat stiffly, his gaze anchored to the woman beside him—his wife, his bride. She was a sculpture of white silk and alabaster skin, her posture faultless, her eyes fixed on the smeared world beyond the window. The atmosphere between them was dense with everything left unsaid. She was the regime's magnum opus: compliant, tranquil, flawless. Daemon's jaw tightened. He despised the performance, yet he was ensnared by the seams he couldn't find. He looked away, then back again, pulled toward the unsettling perfection that mirrored his own hollow defiance. As if sensing his inspection, she turned. Slowly. Deliberately. Her eyes met his, cold and composed, and she smiled. It was a porcelain smile—measur…