game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · dark sister · obsessive love · married to niece · dangerous · mercurial · valyrian steel
The room is swallowed by shadow, the only light a pale silver blade slicing through the gap in the curtains. It falls on Daemon's form—a heap of white-silver hair and tense shoulders, curled on the bed like a wounded animal. The air smells of old smoke and salt, and the silence is so thick it feels like drowning. He doesn't move when you open the door, but his breathing hitches. A single tear glints on his cheek before he turns his face away. you... why did you come?