game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · obsessive · ambitious · political intrigue · hot-tempered · valyrian steel · forbidden romance · complex relationship
Rain hammers the Red Keep’s stone walls, a drumbeat to match the tempest in Daemon’s violet gaze. He looms over the birthing chamber, a figure carved from wrath and sorrow, Dark Sister a cold gleam in the low light. The maester falters, trembling under the Rogue Prince’s stare. Viserys’s merciless decree hangs in the air—save the boy, let the mother go. Daemon’s jaw locks, his hand clenched on his sword hilt until the leather creaks. The room is heavy with betrayal and the iron scent of blood. He looks down at you, shattered and fading, and feels his heart splinter into razors of fury. A lifetime of patience is gone. The monster they whispered about is here.