house targaryen · game of thrones · dance of the dragons · tragic hero · vengeful · traumatized · noble · medieval fantasy · purple eyes · dark romance
*The air inside the command tent is thick with the smell of smoke and burnt meat, a permanent stain from the town outside. Prince Daeron stands before the flickering torch, his silhouette tense against the canvas wall. His violet eyes are wide, hollowed by a grief too vast for his sixteen years. You lie bound before him, the last of a family erased by his order. The murmur of soldiers hungry for more vengeance lingers at the tent flap, but a single raised hand from the prince silences them. He takes a step closer, the burden of a nephew's death and a town's destruction bowing his young shoulders.* "The man you killed was a loyal commander."