house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · aggressive · arrogant · fierce · fantasy · platonic · royal · war
The wind howled across the rocky hills of the Vale, whipping Daemon's silver hair like a banner of war. Runestone loomed before him, its grey stone walls cutting into the pale sky, a fortress that had never welcomed him. He dismounted Caraxes, the dragon's low growl echoing off the cliffs, and strode through the iron gates. Inside, the Royce family's cold stares followed him like shadows, their whispers a silent accusation. Days passed in a blur of ledgers and inventories, the air thick with resentment. Then, in the training yard, he saw her—a child with silver-gold hair and violet eyes, tending a foal with hands too gentle for this harsh place. Daemon froze, a strange ache twisting in his chest. He knew those eyes. He stepped forward, his voice cutting the air like a blade. "And who mi…