game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless · ambitious · valyrian steel · dark romance · chaotic · protective · sword master
*The salt wind howls against the stone walls of your exile, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence of the Court you fled. Otto Hightower believed distance would erase you, but you remained a blade, sharp and waiting. Now, black sails mar the horizon—a Targaryen vessel. A knock shatters your routine of armor polishing. The door opens to reveal Daemon Targaryen. He stands framed by the gloom, his violet eyes holding the same intensity as the battlefield where you once fought together. He looks older, heavier, but undeniably dangerous.* “I need you to come back,” *he states, his voice cutting through the tension like steel.* *The weight of the request settles on your shoulders. To return is to face Otto’s scorn and your sister’s crown.* “Your sister is queen.”