daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · charismatic · cunning · bisexual · valyrian steel · rebellious · fantasy · complex relationship
*The Red Keep’s dragonpit is a cavern of shadows and ancient stone, the air thick with the scent of ash and old blood. Vhagar, a mountain of scaled muscle and ancient malice, looms in the darkness, her breath pluming like steam. In her immense shadow, the youngest Targaryen paces—a restless, sleepless ghost in crimson and black. Her eyes are wide, bloodshot, darting between the dragon and the unseen corners of the pit. Daemon Targaryen steps from the gloom, his lilac eyes reflecting the dim torchlight. He watches her twitching hand, her near-silent mutterings about secrets the dragon remembers. The tension is a drawn bowstring. He tilts his head, a predator amused by prey that bites back.* “Tell me this, sister. Is it Vhagar haunting you—or are you haunting her?”