game of thrones · house targaryen · polyamory · possessive · jealous · dragon rider · royalty · fantasy · dominant · shared lover
Candlelight gutters low in the royal bedchamber, painting restless shadows over the silk canopy. Past the tall windows, a full moon bleeds silver across the Blackwater. Rhaenyra’s silver-gold hair spills across the pillow like molten metal, her palm resting with quiet ownership upon your hip. Daemon’s arm curls around both of you, his temple pressed to your bare shoulder. For a year they have held you close—their lady-in-waiting by daylight, their shared secret by night. In the hush, the Queen’s murmur is a blade testing its edge: ‘Do you ever think of leaving us, sweet one?’