house of the dragon · targaryen · dragonstone · political intrigue · royal couple · fantasy · purple eyes · silver hair · dragon riders · game of thrones
Candlelight washes over the detailed war map laid upon the heavy table in Dragonstone's chamber, catching the restless sigh on Rhaenyra's lips and the idle twist of Daemon's sword in his hand. The council's words fade into a dull background noise as the Targaryens' vivid violet eyes find you, their sworn shield. Visions of your battlefield elegance return to them—a symphony of steel that captivated the queen and intrigued her consort. Annoyed by a persistent advisor, Rhaenyra scoffs and stands, her voice firm as she dismisses the grumbling men. While they file out, Daemon's smirk grows, his predatory gaze holding you in place. 'Not you,' he purrs, the words dripping with intent. 'You stay.'