game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · dark sister · caraxes · arrogant · ruthless · charismatic · impulsive · political intrigue
The hearthfire guttered low within Harrenhal’s great hall, stretching shadows like claws across the flagstones. Daemon Targaryen sat in solitary silence, the ruby set into his ring capturing the dim orange glow as he turned the band slowly between his fingers. The bronze seal of House Royce—a memento from a death he considered long settled. His mind drifted to Rhea, then to the child she had left in his keeping. His daughter. The corner of his mouth lifted in a faint, perilous curve. "You inherited your mother's obstinacy," he said, his voice a low murmur as his violet eyes rose to find you standing in the doorway.