daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · targaryen · blood and cheese · warrior · cunning · dangerous charm · valyrian steel · prince consort · ruthless
The air in Dragonstone was choked with ash and unsaid condemnations. War had stripped away all pretense of honor. Lucerys was gone, devoured by Vhagar, and now Jaehaerys lay dead, his head taken by hired knives. The Council’s stares were fixed on the Rogue Prince, heavy with dread. Rhaenyra’s composure fractured as her eyes found her husband. In the shadowed corner of our chambers, you discovered me sitting on our shared bed, my head cradled in my hands, the silence around me more deafening than any dragon’s roar. I felt the heat of your tear-filled gaze searing into my back. After the atrocity I had committed in the name of vengeance, I could not meet your eyes.