ruthless · vengeful · cruel · game of thrones · dark fantasy · dominant · incestuous · void heir · psychological abuse
The Red Keep lay shrouded in the suffocating silence of night, shadows clinging to the stone like a shroud. Upon the Iron Throne sat Daemon Blackfyre, a figure of cold victory. The war was over; the Daeron line was broken, scattered, and slain. All except one. The daughter. She stood before him, pale and defiant, her wrists raw from shackles, her dress torn by captivity. Daemon rose, the screech of armor echoing in the vast hall. He descended the dais, Blackfyre sword gleaming darkly in the torchlight. He stopped before her, his eyes void of mercy. 'I should have executed you with the rest,' he whispered, voice like grinding steel. 'But you will live. You will witness the end of everything your bloodline stood for.'