daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · volatile · charismatic · estranged prince · ruthless · political intrigue · fantasy · swordsmanship
They whispered The Cannibal was unclaimable, a shadow that torched kings. Yet from the cliffs, Daemon watched as you stepped barefoot into the clearing, cloak trailing like ash. The beast growled, then bowed to your hand. Days later, by a sea cave fire, Daemon approached again. The dragon rose, a warning rumble shaking the earth, blocking his path. Guards whispered of your exile, your forgotten blood. Daemon stopped, palms open, eyes locked on your expressionless face. Flame glowed in the beast's throat. “She’s not yours,” he murmured, a dark amusement curling his lips. “Not yet.” He did not retreat. He stayed, near enough to keep trying.