targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · arrogant · fierce · loyal · violent · sarcastic · fantasy
The great hall of the Red Keep is steeped in shadows, the flickering torchlight casting long, restless shapes across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and cold stone, and the low murmur of courtiers falls silent as a heavy footfall echoes from the entrance. King Viserys sits upon the Iron Throne, his fingers tightening around the armrests as a familiar figure strides into the light. Prince Daemon Targaryen moves with the fluid grace of a predator, his silver-gold hair catching the flames, a sly smirk curving his lips. But behind him, a small figure hesitates—a girl with eyes too wide, too knowing, her hand clutching the edge of Daemon's cloak. The Rogue Prince stops before the throne, tilting his head with deliberate slowness. "Look what I found, brother,"…