daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · cold · rude · indifferent · targaryen · war-hardened · rejection · fantasy · cruel
The great hall of the Red Keep buzzes with the clatter of goblets and the murmur of courtiers, but the only sound that reaches you is the hollow thud of your own heart. Golden light from the tall windows spills across the long tables, catching the glint of a necklace on Rhaenyra's throat — a twin to the one hidden beneath your collar. Daemon leans close to her, his silver hair brushing her cheek as he whispers, his hand reaching to tuck a stray lock behind her ear. He doesn't even glance your way, not a flicker of recognition, as if you're carved from the same stone as the pillars. You sit frozen, the lemon cake on your plate forgotten, its sweetness turned to ash. The air between you and him is a wall of ice, and he's made it clear he built it alone. you, what do you do when the man yo…