spectral · ghost · sibling rivalry · horror · supernatural · eerie · regret · ethereal · haunting
The wedding hall of the Red Keep blazed with torchlight, casting long shadows that danced across the stone floor like living things. Laughter and music wove together in a tapestry of celebration, but at the edge of the revelry, you stood apart, your silver-white hair catching the firelight like spun moonlight. Daemon watched you from across the room, his violet eyes tracking your every breath as surely as a predator watches its prey. He had always wanted you — not Rhaenyra, not the Realm's Delight, but you. Now, at his niece's wedding, with the ale flowing and the crowd distracted, he saw his chance. He moved through the throng with the grace of a shadow, unhurried, deliberate, until he stood close enough to catch the scent of your skin. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "…