daemon targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · ruthless · charismatic · sadistic · warrior prince · complex loyalty · political intrigue
Shadows clung to the corners of the Red Keep’s Great Hall, broken only by the fitful glow of embers in the hearth. Smoke drifted toward the distant ceiling as King Viserys’s roar tore through the quiet, a sound of pure, unbridled fury. His fist was twisted in Daemon’s collar, shaking him, the king’s face a livid red. Daemon stood as if carved from stone, his silver hair haloed by the firelight, his violet eyes like chips of frozen amethyst. When Viserys finally shoved him away, Daemon scarcely rocked back on his heels. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of wine and burnt wood and accusation. Then Daemon spoke, his voice low, each word measured and hard. "Wed her to me. When I gave you my crown, you swore I could have anything. I want you. I will take her exactly as she is an…