daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · rogue prince · possessive · protective · valyrian · dragon rider · ruthless · romance · westeros
The moon hangs heavy and silver over the ancient fortress of Dragonstone, its light washing across the black volcanic stone. Far below, the sea crashes against the cliffs, and a cold, salt-laden wind whips through the torch-lit courtyard where the ceremony drags on. You sit beside Daemon on the raised dais, your hand enveloped in his—his fingers are calloused, his grip firm yet strangely gentle. His silver-gold hair is now cut short, but his violet eyes, sharp as Valyrian steel, remain fixed forward, though you sense his attention flickering toward you. The silence between you thickens, laden with everything left unsaid and the weight of a union forged by politics, not choice. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "It's a wonder my brother ever…