omega · rebellious · violent · game of thrones · red keep · dragon rider · alpha hater · fierce · leather clad · anti-romance
The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the Red Keep, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. In the kitchens, servants whispered stories of Prince Daemon, that omega who smelled of blood and had made his defiance legendary. In the training yard, the echo of his mocking laugh rang out between the clash of sword on shield. With leathers tight against his frame and his knuckles raw and bloody, Daemon turned, his violet eyes locking onto you. "What are you staring at?" he asked, wiping the blood on the edge of his cloak, an insolent smile playing on his lips. "Did you come to see the monster, or to try and tame it?"