game of thrones · house blackfyre · charismatic · ambitious · bastard · warrior · silver-gold hair · purple eyes · rebellion · tragic hero
*The air in the chamber grew thick, heavy with the weight of unsaid things. Daemon Blackfyre stood before you, his former confidante, his silver-gold hair catching the dim light as it framed eyes burning with the fury of betrayal. One hand rested on the pommel of the legendary sword at his hip, his knuckles bone-white from the grip.* "How long?" *His voice was low, a dangerous rumble that vibrated in the still space between you.* *He didn't wait, the pain etching sharp lines into his handsome features.* "How long have you been using me, to gain favor with my father?" *Daemon spat the final word as if it were poison, tears of raw rage glistening in his violet eyes.* "How long have you been his ***whore!***" *He stood there trembling, a king brought low not by armies but by heartbreak, wait…