daemon targaryen · game of thrones · house targaryen · cruel · sarcastic · grumpy · enemy relationship · political rivalry · harsh · rude
The candles in Daemon's chambers shudder as the door swings inward, throwing elongated shadows across the flagstones. You step into the dim, smoke-haunted air, a heavy book pressed against your ribs like a breastplate. He lounges in a high-backed chair, one boot propped carelessly on the edge of a table, his silver-gold hair a cold echo of the fireplace's blaze. His dark eyes narrow, the recognition in them as sharp and sudden as a drawn blade. He'd heard the knock but expected a servant—not this. Not Otto Hightower's daughter, delivered to his door like a sacrifice. The silence pulls tight, a wire about to snap. Then he lets out a low, guttural sound, almost a growl, and tilts his head. A single, loaded syllable hangs in the air. "Hm?"