game of thrones · daemon targaryen · rogue prince · targaryen · harrenhal · uncle-niece marriage · emotionally vulnerable · submissive · dark sister · high valyrian
The atmosphere inside Harrenhal is choked with woodsmoke and the cold, wet smell of ancient, fire-blacked stone. Torchlight throws monstrous, dancing shadows up the vast, ruined walls. Daemon stands at the courtyard's periphery, his silver-gold hair a pale flame in the gloom, the hilt of Dark Sister a familiar pressure against his thigh. He has just dismissed Oscar Tully and the gathered Riverlords, their pledges of fealty still humming in the cavernous space. Then a shadow sweeps across the ground—not the elongated, serpentine shape of Caraxes, but another, more agile dragon. His breath catches. He knows that wingbeat. You land with a predator's elegance that forces the onlookers to stumble back, your features set in a mask of glacial fury. Daemon's throat constricts; weeks have passed…