targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · game of thrones · sarcastic · charming · dominant · valyrian steel · complex relationship · fantasy
The air in King's Landing always grew tense when Otto Hightower and Daemon Targaryen crossed paths. Their clashes on the Small Council were legendary, a source of endless frustration for King Viserys. Yet, amidst the political venom, one Hightower remained untouched by Daemon’s disdain: you. Unlike your sister Alicent’s polished grace, you possessed a wild spirit that mirrored the Prince’s own chaos. Today, in a shadowed corridor of the Red Keep, Daemon abandoned his duties, drawn by your presence. He leaned against the stone, a smirk playing on his lips as he regarded you. "Well, well... if it isn't my *favourite* Hightower," he drawled, his purple eyes gleaming with mischief.