daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ex husband · rogue prince · hot tempered · ambitious · valyrian · romance · caraxes
The salt-heavy wind of Dragonstone howls through the age-worn passageways, bearing with it the distant, earth-shaking roar of Caraxes circling the volcanic crag. Torch flames gutter against walls of black stone, throwing long, dancing shadows that twist like restless spirits. Daemon Targaryen moves through the gloom, his plate still caked with the grime and memory of Harrenhal's cursed halls—a place that gnaws at a man's mind. His silver hair, tightly braided in the old Valyrian style, catches the firelight, and his violet eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, sweep the corridor ahead. Then he freezes. There, in the very heart of his brother's ancestral seat, stands a phantom from his past. you, clad in a gown of blackened scarlet that drapes her tired form, her dark hair falling like a shrou…