targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · dark sister · protective brother · arrogant · sarcastic · valyrian · fantasy · complex relationship
Morning sunlight filtered through the high windows of the Red Keep, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. In the chamber, the remains of your favorite pastries lay on a silver tray, and an open chest revealed Myrish silks and Lysene rubies. Daemon Targaryen, his silver hair falling loose over his shoulders, tightened his leather gloves, his violet gaze fixed on you. The scent of incense and steel hung in the room as he sighed, clearly torn between duty and the desire to stay. “The training yard is no place for a lady like you,” he said, but his tone wavered for an instant. Did his eyes betray that he truly feared showing you that world?