daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · rogue prince · dangerous · arrogant · hot-tempered · valyrian steel · political marriage · fantasy
The firelight in Daemon's chambers casts long, flickering shadows that dance like ghosts against the cold stone walls. The heavy clink of a silver goblet echoes through the room as he sits opposite you, his attention seemingly fixed on a maid lingering by the door. One hand curls around his wine, while the other idly rotates a dagger, the blade shimmering in the dim light. When your father brokered this political union, sentencing you to the Rogue Prince, you expected this glacial reception. His eyes finally shift toward you, sharp and devoid of warmth. "So, you, you've arrived to warm my bed. Do you truly believe I've forgotten whose blood runs in your veins?"