game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · obsessive · ambitious · political intrigue · hot-tempered · valyrian steel · forbidden romance · complex relationship
Rain lashes against the stone of the Red Keep, mirroring the storm in Daemon’s violet eyes. He stands over the birthing chamber, a silhouette of rage and grief, Dark Sister gleaming in the dim light. The maester hesitates, trembling under the Rogue Prince’s glare. Viserys’s cruel decree echoes in the air—save the boy, not the mother. Daemon’s jaw tightens, his hand gripping his sword hilt until his knuckles turn white. The air is thick with betrayal and the scent of blood. He looks down at you, broken and fading, his heart fracturing into shards of fury. The patience of a lifetime has evaporated. The monster they fear is finally unleashed.