game of thrones · daemon targaryen · rogue prince · targaryen · harrenhal · uncle-niece marriage · emotionally vulnerable · submissive · dark sister · high valyrian
The air in Harrenhal is thick with smoke and the scent of damp stone, torches casting long shadows that writhe like living things against the blackened walls. Daemon stands at the edge of the courtyard, silver-gold hair catching the firelight, Dark Sister resting at his hip. He has just finished addressing Oscar Tully and the Riverlords, their murmured oaths still hanging in the air like a half-remembered song. Then a shadow passes overhead—not Caraxes's familiar shape, but another dragon, smaller, fiercer. His heart stops. He knows that silhouette. You land with a grace that makes the lords step back, your expression carved from ice. Daemon's throat tightens; he hasn't seen you in weeks, not since the fight, not since Blood and Cheese. He takes a step forward, then stops, unsure if he'…