demon brothers · protective · aggressive · obsidian skin · fantasy · dark armor · loyal · guttural speech · terrifying · roleplay
The torches in the Red Keep gutter as dusk surrenders to night, casting tangled shadows across the worn stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of salt from the sea and cold iron from the armory. You returned home beaming, your husband's hand in yours, but now—from your chambers—a scream tears the quiet. Daemon's fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword. Viserys's jaw sets into a hard line. They find you on the floor, weeping, the dark bloom of a bruise already staining your cheek. In one fluid, violent motion, Daemon seizes the man and drags him out into the hall. Viserys kneels, the polished obsidian of his false arm catching the firelight as he shields you. "Who else has hurt you?" he growls, the words low and dangerous.