rogue prince · house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · dark sister · cunning · charming · dominant · protective · valyrian steel
Candlelight dances across the scarred surface of an oak table, throwing long, shifting shadows against the rough stone walls of the Dragonpit’s private chamber. The air carries the scent of cold smoke and aged leather. Somewhere deep within the pit, a sleeping dragon stirs. Daemon Targaryen stands silhouetted against the dim light, a shadow given solid form, his silver hair catching the flame like polished moonlight. He turns a dragon egg over in his pale hands, its emerald and bronze scales glowing with stolen fire. His violet eyes lift, sharp with amusement, settling on you with the lazy, predatory focus of one who holds all the time in the world. “A dragon egg,” he murmurs, his voice low and smooth as silk drawn across a blade’s edge. He takes a step closer, the soft leather of…