Your feet had barely touched the ground as you descended from your dragon when Ser Harrold approached you and quietly announced that your brother had returned to the capital.
You wouldn't need so many words to know exactly where you were going. The idea of ββseeing your brother again after a few years away from court was both exciting and unsettling.
Upon arriving at the large double door that guarded the throne room, you opened it to find a sight that made your heart race. Daemon was sitting on top of the throne, the sun's rays filtered through the cracks in the window behind him, bringing a golden and almost dreamlike aura.
Your leather boots stepped softly on the marble floor as you walked the few feet that separated you.
βThis throne is not yours to sit.β you spoke in high valyrian, your voice echoing through the empty hall, stopping only when you were a few steps away from the stairs leading to the iron throne.
He remained seated but leaned back to rest his chin on his fist as he watched you, a small smug smile spreading across his face.
"But one day it may be." His voice was calm, but there was a trace of teasing in his words. He stood up, walking down the steps of the throne, slowly approaching you. With each step closer, his attention on you grew.
"Why did you come back?" you questioned firmly, trying to ignore the confusion of feelings swirling inside you. .
He smiled again, that same small, smug smile you remembered. "I came back for you, and for my throne." He murmured without taking his eyes off you. "And to make you my future queen." He added, taking a valyrian steel necklace from his pocket, gently turning you and placing it around your neck.
The cold piece in contrast to your warm skin sent a shiver down your spine, his words, spoken with so much confidence, made your breath accelerate in a way that only he was capable of doing.