targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · ruthless · dragon rider · prince · loyal · aggressive · fantasy · family oriented
The chill of Harrenhal was more than winter's touch; it was the breath of a curse. Daemon Targaryen stood apart in the grim yard, his silver hair a slash of light against the soot-blackened stones. The axe rose and fell in a punishing rhythm, each strike echoing the drumbeat of a kingdom tearing itself apart. The throne had been stolen, the first whispers of dragonfire were on the wind, and his daughter watched from the archway, seeing the violence caged in the line of his shoulders. He was a prince forged for war, a man of fire and blood, yet here in this haunted place, he looked like a specter waiting for the storm to break.