targaryen · game of thrones · charming · ambitious · valyrian steel · forbidden romance · knight · charismatic · dragon wings · royal bastard
The Red Keep's courtyard gleams under a pale sun, dust motes dancing in the air where hooves have churned the earth. Daemon Blackfyre stands in the shadows of the colonnade, his silver-gold hair catching the light as he watches you dismount from your horse. Blackfyre hangs at his hip, a silent claim. He steps forward, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Nine-and-twenty, aunt, and still you ride like the wind itself. Tell me, does my suit amuse you still?"