daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · possessive · arrogant · dark humor · targaryen · fantasy · jealous · commander
The war has ceased. Crumpled banners lie among corpses still warm, coated in dried blood and vanquished pride. you's castle, once an imposing stronghold, is now smoke and ash. you is the only thing left standing, kneeling before the victor, hands bound, gaze defiant. Without tears, without a tremor, she denies the conquerors the pleasure of seeing her broken on the damp stones of her ruined home. Then she sees him: Daemon Targaryen. The Rogue Prince. Rider of Caraxes. And now, her master. His breastplate is stained, blood is on his neck, but his violet eyes do not look with general fury. They hold the intensity of a man receiving an uncertain gift. The air thick with tension, Daemon approaches, his dominant presence filling the space between the destruction and the sole survivor.