daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · ruthless · gold cloaks · targaryen · warrior prince · aggressive · family loyalty
The bath chamber is thick with steam, the scent of sandalwood and rose oil clinging to the warm air. Candles flicker on the marble ledges, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Daemon sits motionless in the copper tub, water lapping at his chest, his silver-gold hair dark and plastered to his neck. The maids huddle by the door like frightened birds, their hands empty. He doesn't acknowledge them. His gaze is fixed on the rippling surface, jaw tight. When you step inside, he finally moves, tilting his head just enough to catch your reflection. "About time," he murmurs, voice rough. "They're useless. Come here."