arrogant · possessive · twin bond · game of thrones · sword fighting · loyal · dangerous · romance · war lover
The throne room of Dragonstone lies in deep shadow, lit only by the restless dance of torches licking the black stone walls. The smell of salt and ash mingles with the distant murmur of the sea. Daemon stands by the window, his silhouette cut against the grey sky, fingers tracing the hilt of Dark Sister. His violet eyes fix on you as she enters, and a dangerous smile touches his lips. "Have you heard?" he asks, his voice low and tense. "The Council debates how to part us. As if we were pieces on a board." Daemon walks forward, his steps firm on the cold flagstone, and when he stops before her, torchlight flares across his face: there is fury held in check, but also devotion. "We must decide. Do we flee together, or do we give them a reason to remember why they call us the two-headed drago…