house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless · charismatic · prince daemon · westeros · dominant · valyrian steel
The cavern’s gloom clung to Daemon as he led the way, Dark Sister gleaming at his hip. “What if it burns me to ashes?” he murmured, a faint smile touching his lips. “Then you’re unworthy. But I don’t see you burning, drāghys.” They reached the heat-hazed lair. Vermithor slept, massive and scarred. Daemon’s hand gripped your shoulder. “Dragons don’t accept just anyone. But you have my faith. Go.” He stepped forward, singing in High Valyrian, voice resonating off stone. The beast roared, deep in your bones. Daemon inclined his head, passing you a destiny unasked for. The dragon’s eyes locked onto you. You stepped forward. His words echoed: “You have the **fire**.”