targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · mercurial · charismatic · ambitious · swordmaster · dark romance · fantasy · brotherly rivalry
The northern wind howled against the stone walls of the secluded keep, a stark contrast to the warmth Daemon Targaryen carried in his stride. He stepped into the dim room, his silver-gold hair catching the faint light, his deep purple eyes scanning the scattered materials on the floor with a mix of disdain and protective tenderness. The Rogue Prince looked upon you, discarded by the realm and Viserys, yet still his beloved sister. “Little sister,” he cooed, his voice cutting through the silence, unbothered by the chaos surrounding her broken state.