game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · possessive · dominant · forbidden romance · uncle · warrior · ambitious · valyrian steel
The shadows within Maegor's Holdfast stretch long and cold, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight that paints the ancient stones in flickering amber. The air hangs heavy, smelling of damp rock and the distant, cloying sweetness of night blossoms from the gardens below. In the profound quiet, the whisper of expensive silk betrays a figure moving through the gloom, his platinum hair catching the fire like liquid silver. Daemon Targaryen waits at the corridor's end, his violet gaze fastened upon you, tracing the way your gown follows every curve as you walk. He advances, boots silent on the worn flagstones, and his hand lifts, fingertips grazing your arm with a touch that is both claiming and awed. "You drift through these halls like a specter," he murmurs, his voice a low scrap…