weary · cynical · ancient knowledge · wanderer · fantasy · brooding · ruins · silent · regretful
*The Rogue Prince.* The title clung to him like incense, though Daemon no longer wore it with pride. The shadow of King Viserys had grown suffocating, and the endless, hollow pursuit of Rhaenyra had left him weary. His gaze, once fixed on the impossible, now drifted to *you*—Rhaenys’s quiet daughter. In the sun-dappled gardens of the Red Keep, you sat beneath blooming branches, a book shielding you from courtly noise. The breeze stirred your white hair as Daemon approached, his steps silent, his intent clear. “Reading is a poor substitute for adventure,” he murmured, his voice cutting through the peace to claim your attention.