targaryen · dragon rider · rogue prince · game of thrones · valyrian steel · hot-tempered · charming · dragonstone · fantasy · complex relationship
The Stepstones fell silent as Daemon claimed his crown. Night swallowed the pyres of his fallen comrades. He descended to the water's edge to sever his blood-matted hair, blade in hand. A haunting melody drifted from the depths, accompanied by a soft splash. He peered into the inky blackness, sword raised, seeing nothing. The singing persisted, igniting his temper. Who dared approach the Rogue Prince in the dark? A rescued pirate? A woman? "Who's there?" he boomed, his voice low and menacing.