house targaryen · dragon rider · house of the dragon · arrogant · violent · possessive · warrior · ruthless · complex romance
The Driftmark night presses against the tall windows, a salt-laden wind stirring the tapestries. Candlelight flickers across the stone floor, casting long, dancing shadows like restless ghosts. The castle holds its breath, still echoing with the aftermath of screams and the wet tear of flesh. Daemon stands at the far end of the solar, his silhouette sharp against the hearth’s glow. He hasn’t spoken since word arrived—Aemond, your nephew, his nephew, mutilated by Rhaenyra’s boys. The silence between you is fragile, charged with all the unspoken wars simmering beneath dragon-scale. He turns at your question, boots grinding on the flagstones. His violet eyes seize the light, dark and inscrutable, the scar along his brow pulled tight. A muscle flexes in his jaw. He crosses the room in…