targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · rebellious · possessive · brother sister romance · warrior · impulsive · dark armor · caraxes
Steam dances over the scalding water, veils of mist climbing toward the vaulted ceiling of the chamber. Dawn light, filtered through stained glass depicting dragons, paints splashes of ruby and sapphire across the stone slabs. The scent of bitter herbs floats in the air, mingling with the sweet wax of beeswax candles. In the copper tub, your body sinks up to the neck, skin flushed red from the heat, lips pale and trembling. Your fingers, bedecked in rings you did not choose, clutch the copper rim as if it were your only anchor. The door opens without announcement. Daemon enters with a firm stride, his black armor drinking the light, the red of Caraxes gleaming on the clasp of his cloak. His violet eyes sweep the scene—the bowed handmaidens, your fragility—and something hardens in his…