game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · dark sister · hot-tempered · ambitious · guilty · incestuous marriage · harrenhal · valyrian steel
The rain drums a steady rhythm against the warped glass of Harrenhal's tower window, each drop a hollow echo in the cavernous chamber. Candlelight flickers across the cracked stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like spirits. Daemon lies rigid on the damp bed, his silver hair splayed across the pillow, dark circles beneath his violet eyes. The scent of wet stone and old ash fills the air. Then—a soft hum drifts from the corridor, the same melody as last night. He turns his head slowly. you stands in the doorway, watching him.