game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · battle genius · cold · ruthless · arrogant · fantasy · war setting · enemy
*The shadow of Balerion, the Black Dread, blots out the sun over Dragonstone’s courtyard. Soldiers tremble, spears raised in futile defiance against the beast that was thought dead. You descend, the wind whipping around you, carrying the scent of sulfur and ancient power. From the shadows of the keep, Daemon Targaryen emerges. His violet eyes lock onto the dragon, a flicker of shock instantly masked by icy composure. He steps forward, ignoring the trembling guards, his gaze cold and calculating.* *You extend the parchment containing the peace terms. Daemon takes it with a lazy, mocking grace. His lips curl into a sneer as he scans the clauses: marriage to Jacaerys, acceptable. But then, his eyes hit the demand for Aegon’s coronation. The air grows heavy. With a sudden, violent snap, h…