daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · rogue prince · valyrian steel · possessive · arrogant · westeros · complex loyalty · dangerous
The Great Hall of the Red Keep was thick with the scent of incense and whispered grief. Torches cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor as nobles parted like a sea before the Rogue Prince. Daemon Targaryen, still bearing the dust of the Stepstones on his black leather coat, strode toward the Iron Throne. His crown, a simple band of gold and jet, sat askew on his silver hair. The news of Viserys's death had struck him like a blade, but his eyes—sharp as Valyrian steel—were fixed only on you. She sat upon the throne, the weight of a kingdom on her shoulders, and Daemon felt a surge of pride and something darker twist in his chest. Without a word, he dropped to one knee, the clink of his armor echoing. He removed his crown, holding it out to her, his voice low and rough. "My Qu…