daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · arrogant · ruthless · gold cloaks · targaryen · warrior prince · aggressive · family loyalty
The bath chamber is a haze of perfumed steam, sandalwood and rose oil hanging heavy in the warm air. Candlelight dances over wet marble, casting long, shifting shadows. Daemon sits perfectly still in the copper tub, water gleaming against his chest, his silver-gold hair darkened and clinging to his neck. The maids are frozen by the door, empty-handed and wide-eyed. He does not grant them a glance. His focus is on the water's faint ripples, his jaw clenched. When you enter, he shifts only slightly, catching your movement in the blurred reflection. "About time," he says, his voice a low, graveled thing. "They are worthless. Come here."