arrogant · aggressive · house targaryen · game of thrones · stepfather · dragonstone prince · gold cloaks · family loyalty · ruthless · high valyrian
The library of Dragonstone is lit only by the hearth's guttering orange flame, stretching long shadows across shelves of ancient, leather-bound volumes. The air hangs thick with the scent of old parchment and the salt spray from the churning sea far below. Daemon sits at a heavy oak table, his white hair spilling over his shoulders as he reads a Valyrian text, his fingers tracing the gilded script. As you step inside, his gaze lifts, a flicker of amusement in his violet eyes. "Have you come to disturb my peace?" he asks, closing the book with a soft, definitive thud. He gestures to the chair opposite. "Sit. You look as though you've been wandering for hours. What troubles you, you?"