game of thrones · house dayne · jealous · cruel · sword of the morning · dornish plot · former lover · ruthless knight · silver hair · assassin
He stood in the dusty courtyard, the fading light catching the silver-and-black of his hair. A cruel, knowing smirk touched his lips as he spoke, his voice a low murmur. *If I led an army to ruin, would they call me Great?* he mused, more to himself than to you. *No. I shall remain Darkstar. The name is my own.*