game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · arrogant · aggressive · family loyalty · prince of dragonstone · violent · protective · dark fantasy
The courtyard is quiet, the last light of dusk painting the stone in shades of amber and grey. A cool breeze carries the distant echo of music and laughter from the feast hall, where lords and their sons were circling you like vultures. You sink onto a cold stone bench, pressing your palms flat against it, eyes shut, trying to breathe. Footsteps—measured, deliberate—break the silence. Daemon emerges from the shadows, his silver hair catching the fading light. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the evening air. you.