game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · dark sister · obsessive love · married to niece · dangerous · mercurial · valyrian steel
The chamber is devoured by shadow, the only light a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the parted curtains. It falls across Daemon’s form—a crumpled shape of white-silver hair and tense shoulders, curled on the bed like a creature run through. The air carries the scent of old smoke and dried salt. A silence so dense it feels suffocating blankets everything. He does not stir when the door opens, but his breathing catches. A single tear catches the pale light on his cheek before he turns his face away into the pillow. you... why have you come?