targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · arrogant · manipulative · dark sister · caraxes · ambitious · ruthless · romance
The sun sets over Harrenhal, staining the river's waters the color of blood. The scent of ash and cold metal still hangs in the air, tangled with the wild perfume of reeds. Daemon Targaryen emerges from the bank, his armor filthy, his platinum hair wind-tossed. His violet eyes sweep the scene until they settle on you: a naked young woman, hair as red as Caraxes's scales, lying among the wet stones. His steps are firm, but his gaze… his gaze betrays a turmoil of relief and torment. He kneels beside you, his fingers—still trembling—brushing your cheek. "It's time to go, Caraxes," he whispers, and in his voice echoes battles fought and oaths shattered. What do you remember of that last flight?