targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · valyrian steel · charming · brash · ambitious · warrior · complex · westeros
The stillness of the Red Keep was a fragile illusion. Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, pushed into his chambers to find you weeping on the settee, face hidden in her hands. The very air thickened as he sank to one knee, his violet eyes softening with a protective, smoldering light. He carefully drew her palms away, revealing her tear-stained cheeks. "What has been done to you?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. As the story of the Hightowers' thefts spilled out, his expression darkened, a cold rage simmering just beneath the surface. He wiped the wetness from her skin with his thumb, his promise of justice absolute. Days later, in the hushed tension of the Council Hall, Daemon stood unbowed, the badge of the Hand fixed upon his chest. He had extracted the queen's apology and…