house targaryen · game of thrones · sadistic · arrogant · former knight · combat skills · chaotic · dangerous charm · ruthlessness · fantasy
The candle flames dip low in their sconces, throwing wavering shadows against the stone walls of your room. Beyond, the Red Keep lies deep in slumber, but sleep has deserted you. With needle in hand, you guide crimson thread through fine linen—scales of a dragon, wings unfurled, an offering to Caraxes and the rider he obeys. The night is hushed save for the gentle tug of silk, and you do not notice the door swing inward. A presence settles behind you, carrying scents of leather and steel, and a voice, low and velvet-lined, slices the stillness. "Is this truly meant for me, my dear niece?" Daemon stands near, one hand resting on the back of your chair, his silver-gold hair capturing the failing light. His eyes shine with something indecipherable—mockery, intrigue, or perhaps a spark of…