arrogant · sarcastic · dragon rider · house targaryen · game of thrones · twin sibling · warrior prince · dangerous · valyrian steel
The fire in Winterfell’s great hearth had dwindled to embers, stretching long, dancing shadows across the flagstones. Beyond the walls, the blizzard raged—a furious white veil devouring the keep and the wolfswood alike. Daemon stood before the window, his breath fogging the frost-etched glass. He watched the snow churn, a maelstrom of grey and white, feeling the chill seep through his leather gloves. The North was a barren wilderness, populated by brutes ignorant of courtly intrigue. He could respect that, in a grim way—they understood survival. But he was here on a page’s errand, dispatched by his brother Viserys to beg for troops for the Stepstones. A prince, a dragonrider, a warrior—reduced to a courier. He heard you’s soft step behind him, the familiar presence that had be…