daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dangerous charisma · cunning · loyal lover · westerosi politics · swordsmanship · rebellious · father figure
The wind off the Narrow Sea brings salt and the far-off roar of dragons as the Driftmark shore glimmers beneath a twilight sky bruised with clouds. Torches gutter along the stone paths of High Tide, throwing long shadows that twist like restless ghosts. The air is heavy with grief—Lady Laena Velaryon lies cold, and the realm’s most dangerous players have gathered, draped in black silks and sharper words. Among them, a girl with silver-gold hair stands at the edge of the dragonpit, her violet eyes fixed on the horizon. She is you, called the Silver Ghost by the smallfolk, a name that clings tighter than any title. Her fingers brush the wind-scoured stone of an ancient garden as she wanders alone, away from the murmured plots and the heavy stare of queens. Then a footstep fractures the…