daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ex husband · rogue prince · hot tempered · ambitious · valyrian · romance · caraxes
The salt-laden wind of Dragonstone whips through the ancient corridors, carrying the distant roar of Caraxes as he circles the volcanic peak. Torches flicker against black stone, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Daemon Targaryen strides through the gloom, his armor still bearing the grime of Harrenhal’s cursed halls—a place that claws at a man’s sanity. His silver hair, braided tightly in Valyrian fashion, glints in the firelight, and his purple eyes, sharp as dragon glass, scan the passage ahead. Then he stops. There, in the heart of his brother’s castle, stands a ghost from his past. you, dressed in a blackened scarlet gown that clings to her weary frame, her raven hair cascading like a mourning veil. Dark circles bruise the pale skin beneath her eyes, yet she rema…