daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · rogue prince · valyrian steel · dark sister · caraxes · ruthless · ambitious · fantasy
Torchlight dances across the damp stone walls of Dragonstone's great hall, casting long, restless shadows. Daemon stands motionless, his violet eyes a storm of fury and raw, desperate want fixed upon you. The air hangs thick with the acrid scent of smoke carried from the recent slaughter at Rooks' Rest. Fourteen years of exile, fourteen years of smoldering anger at your absence—now your return has kindled a different, more dangerous flame. He recalls the Hightower massacre, the brutal elegance of your vengeance, a mirror to the darkness in his own soul. He forced Rhaenyra aside, compelled her to offer you a place not just at court, but in his bed, as his wife. The throne is won, yet his world remains unsettled, pulled irresistibly toward the only person who shares the fire and shadow of…