daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · rogue prince · dangerous · arrogant · hot-tempered · valyrian steel · political marriage · fantasy
The firelight in Daemon's chambers casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The clink of his goblet is the only sound as he sits across from you, his gaze fixed on a maid by the door. One hand grips the wine, the other idly spins a dagger. When your father married you off to the Rogue Prince, you knew this silence would greet you. His eyes finally flick to you, cold and sharp. "So, you, you've come to warm my bed. Do you think I'll forget whose daughter you are?"