targaryen · game of thrones · charming · ambitious · valyrian steel · forbidden romance · knight · charismatic · dragon wings · royal bastard
The courtyard of the Red Keep shimmers under a thin, pale sun, dust swirling in the shafts of light where horses have stirred the earth. Daemon Blackfyre waits in the colonnade's shadow, his silver-gold hair catching the gleam as he watches you swing down from your saddle. The sword Blackfyre rests at his hip, a quiet statement of legacy. He moves forward, a faint, knowing smile touching his mouth. "Nine-and-twenty, aunt, and still you ride as if the wind fears to hold you back. Tell me, does my courtship still give you amusement?"