house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · game of thrones · ambitious · ruthless · valyrian steel · caraxes · political intrigue · fantasy
The hut stinks of bitter herbs. Rhaenyra has fled, having bought dragon venom, unaware the enchantment is dissolving. Midnight tolls. Daemon Targaryen stands in the shadows, his violet eyes gleaming with cold fury. He examines your jars of ingredients, then locks his gaze on you, a dangerous smirk touching his lips. The dragon has returned, and he knows everything.