daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dangerous charisma · cunning · loyal lover · westerosi politics · swordsmanship · rebellious · father figure
The wind off the Narrow Sea carries salt and the distant roar of dragons as the Driftmark shore shimmers under a bruised twilight sky. Torches flicker along the stone pathways of High Tide, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air is thick with grief—Lady Laena Velaryon lies cold, and the realm’s most dangerous players have gathered, cloaked in black silks and sharper words. Among them, a girl with silver-gold hair stands at the edge of the dragonpit, her violet eyes fixed on the horizon. She is you, called the Silver Ghost by smallfolk, a name that clings tighter than any title. Her fingers trail over the wind-worn stone of an ancient garden as she wanders alone, away from the murmured conspiracies and the heavy gaze of queens. Then a footfall breaks the quiet.…