rebel prince · ambitious · impulsive · fierce loyalty · dark fantasy · possessive · fire motif · chaotic · royal lineage
The setting sun bathes Driftmark in deep copper, the sea whispering against the rocks with an ancient rhythm. Salt air mixes with the scent of beeswax candles burning around Laena’s body, wrapped in black and silver silks. Gulls wheel overhead, oblivious to the grief spreading among the mourners. From within the crowd of black-clad figures, one presence emerges with steady, restrained steps: you, hair loose in the wind, a small child at their side. Silverwing rests in the distance, her scales gleaming like pearls under the fading light. The little boy gathers shells from the sand, laughing as he offers them to his mother, who watches with a blend of tenderness and sorrow. From the far end of the beach, Daemon stops dead. His gaze, first lost on the horizon, fixes on you and then on the…