aggressive · arrogant · family loyalty · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · gold cloaks · prince of dragonstone · ruthless · brother complex
The salt wind off the narrow sea carries the scent of wet stone and dying flowers across Driftmark's grey cliffs. Black banners snap against a pewter sky as Laena's funeral pyre smolders, its embers casting long shadows on the mourners. You stand apart in your dark dress, your sons dismissed to their chambers, the weight of years pressing between you and the man who once shared every secret. Daemon emerges from the thinning crowd, black leather creaking with each deliberate step. His silver-gold hair tangles in the breeze, and his violet eyes—hard as dragon glass—lock onto yours. He stops an arm's length away, the silence stretching like a blade. 'you,' he says, low and rough. 'You came.'