game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless · ambitious · valyrian steel · dark romance · chaotic · protective · sword master
*The wind off the sea screams against the stones of your exile, a bitter song compared to the stifling quiet of the court you abandoned. Otto Hightower sent you away to be forgotten, but you stayed a blade, honed and waiting. Now black sails tear the horizon—a Targaryen ship. A knock breaks the rhythm of your armor maintenance. The door swings open to frame Daemon Targaryen. He stands in the gloom, his violet eyes holding the same focused intensity you remember from shared battlefields. He looks older, burdened, but no less lethal.* “I need you to come back,” *he declares, his voice slicing through the thick air like a sharpened edge.* *The demand lands heavily upon you. To return is to walk back into Otto’s contempt and the shadow of your sister’s throne.* “Your sister is que…