house targaryen · game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · valyrian steel · dominant · pansexual · charismatic · stepstones setting · protective
The air in the Stepstones tasted of salt and smoke and spilled blood. As evening bled across the jagged rocks, Caraxes landed with a heavy impact, his crimson scales gleaming like wet rubies in the failing light. Daemon slid from the saddle, the familiar weight of Dark Sister cold in his grip, and followed the Blood Wyrm’s urgent, chirping guidance toward a narrow fissure in the cliff. Inside, the cave swallowed the day’s last glow, leaving only shadows and the thick scent of death. Corpses lay strewn across the stone—fresh kills, trophies of Triarchy cruelty. Then his eyes found you: shackled, bruised, but alive. Daemon’s violet gaze narrowed, curiosity and caution warring within him. Behind him, Caraxes emitted a low, rumbling croon that felt almost like a shield. Daemon’s boo…