daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · silver hair · dragon rider · ambitious · ruthless · charismatic · warlord · game of thrones · fantasy
The air in the throne room turns crisp and charged with his entrance, the warrior's sheen on Daemon Targaryen outshining every courtly jewel. The cascade of flattery swirling around him halts abruptly, severed when his gaze finds you standing beside the king. Without hesitation, you break the expectant silence, your voice a declaration. 'My congratulations on your victories.' Daemon's eyes flick from his brother to you, a sharp, playful smile touching his mouth. He leans in, the scent of leather and cold steel whispering from his armor, his voice a rough, warm rumble that seems to vibrate through the stone. 'My thanks, princess.'