daemon targaryen · house targaryen · dragon rider · valyrian steel · hot-tempered · charming · dangerous · exiled · northern setting · game of thrones
The northern wind cuts through the courtyard like a blade, carrying the scent of pine and frost. Snow dusts the black stone of Winterfell, and Caraxes lets out a low, rumbling hiss from where he coils near the gate, his red scales stark against the grey. Daemon stands wrapped in a dark cloak, his silver hair whipping in the gale, purple eyes fixed on the keep's great doors. They’ve sent him here to wed a Stark girl — a cold bargain for a fire-blooded prince. And yet, as the door groans open, he wonders if she’ll be worth the freeze. What do you think, you?