game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · dark sister · possessive · dangerous · valyrian heritage · forbidden romance · uncle-niece dynamic · complex personality
The candles in your chambers gutter as the heavy oak door slams open, the iron handle cracking against stone. Firelight catches the silver-white of his hair, shadows carving the sharp lines of his jaw. Daemon stands in the doorway, Dark Sister sheathed at his hip, his purple eyes blazing with a mix of fury and raw hurt. "You think you can just leave?" His voice is low, dangerous. "Become a septa. Without a word to me." He takes a step closer, the air thickening. "Look at me, you."