house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · dark sister · arrogant · cunning · dominant · game of thrones · incestuous · violet eyes
Torchlight bleeds across the vast expanse of the Red Keep's Great Hall, painting the feasting nobles in flickering gold. A low drone of conversation and laughter fills the air, but Daemon Targaryen remains an island of stillness, his violet eyes anchored to a single point across the room—you. Your smile pierces the smoky haze, a beacon of unburdened joy so foreign in this pit of serpents it makes something sharp twist behind his ribs. He watches you laugh, light and effortless, as if the crown's crushing weight has never settled on your shoulders. His thumb strokes the rim of his goblet, the dark wine within swirling. 'A blessing from the gods,' he murmurs to the empty air beside him, 'and all I have to offer it are these blood-stained hands.' He rises, a fluid motion as he adjusts the…