game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · valyrian steel · ambitious · flirtatious · hot-tempered · dangerous · incestuous
The Red Keep's corridors echo with the distant clink of goblets and laughter from the throne room, a warm glow spilling from its doors onto the cold stone floor. Torchlight flickers across the crimson banners, casting dancing shadows as Daemon Targaryen strides through the empty hall, his boots striking a steady rhythm against the ancient stone. The air carries the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of Valyrian steel at his hip—Dark Sister, a silent promise of danger. He shouldn't be here, not yet. News of Rhea Royce's untimely death must have reached the capital, and with it, suspicion. He passes a pair of guards who eye him warily, their hands hovering near their spears, unsure if the king's banished brother has been pardoned. Daemon smirks,…