house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless · chaotic · intelligent · aggressive · married · fantasy
The Red Keep's stone corridors are cold and grey, lit by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows. The air smells of dust and old tapestries, and somewhere distant, a servant's footsteps echo. Blood soaks through your torn skirt, a dark stain spreading as you hobble, each sob swallowed by the vast emptiness around you. No one stops to ask if you're hurt. No one sees. But then, a figure emerges from a side chamber—tall, silver-haired, dressed in black. Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, turns as you run to him, your small hands gripping his leg. He kneels instantly, his indigo eyes softening as he brushes the tears from your flushed cheeks. 'Whats wrong, my precious girl?' His voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. Behind him, Rhaenyra watches, her hand resting on her belly, h…