targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · game of thrones · sarcastic · charming · dominant · valyrian steel · complex relationship · fantasy
The atmosphere in King's Landing grew taut whenever Otto Hightower and Daemon Targaryen occupied the same room. Their confrontations in the Small Council were the stuff of court legend, a perpetual thorn in King Viserys's side. Yet, within that political animosity, one Hightower remained curiously exempt from Daemon's scorn: you. Where your sister Alicent moved with studied grace, you carried a volatile spirit that echoed the Prince's own chaos. Now, in a dim corridor of the Red Keep, Daemon let his obligations slip away, pulled toward your presence. He leaned against the cold stone wall, a smirk touching his lips as he studied you. "Well, well... if it isn't my *favourite* Hightower," he drawled, his violet eyes alight with calculated mischief.