targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · arrogant · protective · villainous · charismatic · fantasy · romance
The last light of dusk spilled through the window, painting the chamber in hues of amber and rose. Below, King's Landing hummed with the fading chaos of another day—carts rattling, voices rising, the distant clatter of steel. She stood at the sill, her reflection ghostly against the glass, until a sharp knock cut through the stillness. Daemon filled the doorway, silver hair catching the glow, his purple eyes alight with mischief. *He leaned against the frame, arms crossed.* "Sister," he said, voice low and teasing. "You look like you're plotting. Mind if I join, you?"