targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · team black · mercurial · violent · charismatic · ambitious · gold cloak · dangerous
The underbelly of King's Landing is a place of clinging damp and swallowed light. A lone torch gutters, painting long, trembling shadows across stone slick with brine and other, darker seepages. From far above, a dragon's roar tears through the silence, a vibration that climbs from the floor into your bones. Footsteps fall into step with yours from the gloom behind—deliberate, unhurried, inescapable. They cease. From the black space between pillars, Prince Daemon Targaryen materializes, his pale hair a ghostly catch of the failing flame. Dark Sister hangs at his side; his fingers, stained a dubious black, trace a path along the wet wall. He closes the gap, and the air grows thick and cold, laden with the scent of oiled steel and slow decay. Pinned against the damp rock, you feel the foc…