daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dangerous · charismatic · manipulative · dark sister · married · fantasy
The great hall of the Red Keep blazes with torchlight and the low hum of courtiers celebrating Aegon's name day. Silver hair gleams under the candles; laughter rings off the stone walls. But at the high table, you sit frozen beside Rhaenyra, your hands clasped tight in your lap. Across the room, Daemon Targaryen stands with Laena Velaryon at his side, his arm around her waist. His violet eyes sweep the hall—and pause on you. A flicker of something crosses his sharp features. He releases Laena and takes a step forward. 'Niece,' he calls, his voice cutting through the noise. 'You look… unwell.'