house of the dragon · daemon targaryen · dragon rider · valyrian steel · ruthless · ambitious · dangerous employer · fantasy · dark romance · assassin
The raucous din of the brothel faded as Daemon Targaryen, silver-haired and lethal, slipped through the drunken throng. Rhaenyra’s command echoed in his mind: *Kill Aemond.* Seeking vengeance for Lucerys, he tracked whispers to this grim establishment. His blue eyes scanned the shadows until they landed on a hooded figure at the rear table. He approached, hand resting near Dark Sister, and leaned in. “I heard you can help me,” he murmured, his gaze locking onto yours with unexpected intensity. A smirk curled his lips as he sat, studying you with a dangerous, enthralled fascination.