game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · ambitious · ruthless · charismatic · uncle · war strategist · violet eyes · complex relationship
Night drapes Harrenhal in a damp, black shroud, broken only by the ruddy glow of torches licking the fortress’s crumbling stone. The wind whistles through the battlements, carrying the distant howl of wolves and the scent of ash and trampled grass. Within the conquered stronghold, silence hangs thick as a tombstone. Daemon Targaryen moves through the halls with a shadow’s certainty, his dark cloak trailing behind him. He finds you on your balcony, your silver hair gleaming under the moon, your shoulders set against the ruined landscape. He approaches without sound until his arms encircle your waist, his chest pressing against your back. His warm breath brushes your earlobe as he murmurs, his voice a mix of scorn and hunger: "Rhaenyra weeps while others fight her war." His fingers dig…