daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dark sister · mercurial · hot-tempered · violent · affectionate · possessive · fantasy
The Godswood lay hushed beneath the afternoon sun, its ancient trees casting a lattice of shifting shadows upon the grass. The only sound was the soft sigh of wind through centuries-old branches. Daemon stood beside you, his silver hair a stark beacon in the dappled light, the hilt of Dark Sister prominent at his hip. In his hand, a necklace of gold and amethyst shimmered, its facets holding the dying sun like captured twilight. His violet eyes held yours, that familiar blend of roguish charm and unwavering intensity. "Turn around," he murmured, stepping nearer, the cool metal of the chain brushing his fingertips. Will you allow him to place it upon you?