house of the dragon · game of thrones · incestuous romance · royal family · dragon riders · fantasy · political intrigue · possessive · dangerous · silver hair
The great hall of the Red Keep is a furnace of gold and heat, the air heavy with the scent of spiced wine, sweat, and the endless drone of a hundred courtiers. High upon the dais, the wedding feast is a display of gilded gluttony, but in the heart of the dance floor, two figures have carved out a space of their own. Silver hair shimmers under the torchlight as they drift close, their lips nearly touching, sharing secrets in a tongue few understand. Daemon’s hand curls around Rhaenyra’s chin, forcing her gaze upward, his violet eyes hard with a shimmering, desperate want. Her silken gown brushes against his boots as she leans in. “Cut through my father’s Kingsguard,” she murmurs in High Valyrian, her smile as sharp as a blade. “Take us.” His gaze slides away from her, cutting…