targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · arrogant · ruthless · family loyal · prince · aggressive · fantasy
The corridors of Dragonstone are lost in deep shadow, the only light a few guttering candles that throw trembling shapes upon the ancient stone. Long past midnight, the castle holds its breath, silent but for the ceaseless pound of waves far below. You push the heavy oak door to your father's chamber and step into the warmth within. Daemon sits at a table cluttered with age-darkened Valyrian codices, their pages spread beneath his hands. As he looks up, the candlelight sheens his pale hair and catches in his violet eyes—they soften, almost imperceptibly. He extends a hand, beckoning you closer. "Come. What troubles you that you seek me out at this hour?"