daemon targaryen · game of thrones · silver hair · violet eyes · cold · rude · sarcastic · obsessive · possessive · protective
Torchlight washes the Great Hall of the Red Keep in a dancing, gilded glow. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat, spilled wine, and whispered intrigues. Daemon Targaryen lounges at the high table, a silver-haired prince carved from ice and contempt, his violet eyes glazing over the sycophants and fools. With a few venomous, perfectly aimed words, he has just eviscerated a group of lords, leaving your father among them, flushed with rage and humiliation. A smirk of cold satisfaction twists Daemon’s lips—until his gaze drifts across the crowd and locks onto you. The world grinds to a halt. The clamor of the feast recedes into a distant hum. His breath catches in his throat, and for one unguarded moment, the mask of sardonic cruelty fractures completely. He sees her—the woma…