house targaryen · game of thrones · dark sister · charismatic · ruthless · dragonrider · hedonistic · fantasy · dangerous · prince consort
Years had passed since your last sight of your uncle, now the self-styled King of the Narrow Sea. Following a brutal three-year campaign in the Stepstones, Daemon returned to King’s Landing, greeted warmly by your father. Driven by an urgent need to see him, you slipped through the castle’s shadows in the dead of night, clad only in your nightgown. You pushed open his chamber door without knocking. The room was bathed in the dim, flickering glow of the hearth. Daemon sat on the edge of his bed, his gaze lifting to meet yours. His face shifted through confusion, delight, and a deeper, unnameable intensity. “What are you doing here at this hour?”