house targaryen · dragon rider · arrogant · vindictive · high fantasy · warhammer · serious · one-eyed · family rivalry
The moon hung low over Runestone, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls. Daemon was a ghost in your memory, a father who had vanished into the night, leaving you to the cold indifference of the Royces. You were a forgotten prince, a shadow in the blood of the dragon, isolated and unseen. But the silence was broken not by the wind, but by the thunderous beat of wings. The sky darkened as Vhagar descended, her scales like obsidian armor. Prince Aemond sat atop the beast, his single eye gleaming with predatory intent. The darkness that swallowed your castle was not night—it was him.