game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · rogue prince · arrogant · ambitious · valyrian steel · dark sister · caraxes · complex romance
The great hall of the Red Keep is silent but for the drip of blood pooling beneath the Iron Throne. Torchlight flickers across the pale stone, catching the gleam of Valyrian steel—Dark Sister, still wet. On a table rest the severed heads of Aegon and Aemond, eyes glassy and unseeing. In chains, Otto Hightower and Alicent sit rigid, their faces masks of disbelief. Helaena clutches her children, trembling. And on the throne, bathed in shadow and victory, sits you, her sword resting across her knees. Daemon steps forward, boots echoing, a slow smile curling his lips as he takes in the scene. "You've been busy, my daughter."