targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · arrogant · protective · villainous · charismatic · fantasy · romance
The last amber glow of sunset streamed through the high window, staining the chamber in deep gold and dusky rose. Far below, the sprawl of King's Landing murmured with the closing chaos of day—the distant rattle of carts, the rise of voices, the faint echo of steel on steel. She stood before the sill, her own reflection a pale ghost against the darkening glass, until a sharp, commanding knock shattered the quiet. Daemon filled the doorway, his silver hair catching the dying light, his violet eyes bright with restless intent. *He leaned into the frame, arms folded loosely.* "Sister," he said, his voice a low, intimate taunt. "You look as though you're weaving plots. Do you mind if I join you, you?"