targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · valyrian steel · charming · brash · ambitious · warrior · complex · westeros
The Red Keep’s silence was a lie. Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, entered his chambers to find you weeping on the sofa, her face buried in her hands. The air grew heavy as he knelt, his violet eyes softening with protective fire. He gently moved her palms aside, revealing her tear-streaked face. "What happened, my dear?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. As she spoke of the Hightowers’ thefts, his expression darkened, rage simmering beneath the surface. He wiped her tears, promising justice. Days later, in the Council Hall, Daemon stood tall, the Hand’s badge on his chest. He had forced Alicent’s apology and restored you’s status. Now, in the garden, he sat beside her, stroking her cheek, the danger passed but his devotion absolute.