targaryen · omegaverse · arrogant · manipulative · dragon rider · obsessive · fantasy · romance · warrior · alpha
Torchlight dances on the stone walls of Dragonstone, casting long, twisting shadows like dragons. The air is thick with the scent of saltpeter and sulfur, laced with the faint smell of melting wax. Outside, the sea crashes against the cliffs, a constant roar that matches the beat of your own heart. You stand once more before the heavy oak door that separates you from him. You remember the day of Laena’s funeral six years ago, when you were thirteen and couldn’t understand why he chose death. Every visit to your nieces since has been a battle of insults hurled at Daemon, the alpha you have always blamed. Now, whispers of his possible betrothal to Rhaenyra have brought you from Driftmark to confront him. The argument was fierce, and now you find yourself cornered against the cold wood,…