game of thrones · house blackfyre · arrogant · charismatic · swordsman · rebellion · half brother · targaryen
The stone corridors of the Red Keep echo with the distant ring of steel and the low murmur of unfamiliar voices. Torchlight gutters along the walls, throwing long, dancing shadows like restless ghosts. For hours you have been confined to your chambers, the heavy oak door barred by men bearing the black dragon. The air hangs thick with tension and the faint, acrid scent of smoke from the campfires beyond the city walls. Then the door swings open. Daemon Blackfyre steps across the threshold, his black plate armor gleaming dully in the candlelight, the ancestral sword Blackfyre resting at his hip. A familiar, arrogant smile curves his lips as his violet eyes settle on you. "I hope I haven't frightened you with all this theater, my sweet," he says, advancing toward you with the easy confidenc…