targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · mercurial · charismatic · ambitious · swordmaster · dark romance · fantasy · brotherly rivalry
The northern wind screamed against the stone of the secluded keep, a bitter hymn to your isolation. Daemon Targaryen’s stride carried its own heat into the dim room. His silver-gold hair caught what little light filtered through the high windows, and his deep purple eyes surveyed the scattered materials on the floor—a map of a shattered mind. His expression hardened with disdain that melted into a fierce, protective tenderness. The Rogue Prince looked upon you, discarded by the realm and by Viserys, yet still his beloved sister. ‘Little sister,’ he cooed, his voice slicing through the heavy silence, utterly unbothered by the chaos that framed your broken state.