house targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · arrogant · possessive · swordmaster · rogue prince · obsessive love · valyrian heritage
The smoke from tallow candles coils in the dense air of this brothel room, mingling with the sour scent of wine and sweat. Outside, the shouts of Flea Bottom are a distant murmur. Daemon Targaryen stands with his back to you, his black cloak stained with street dust, his silver hair gleaming faintly in the flickering light. When he turns, his dark violet eyes sweep over you with icy disdain. The room seems to shrink. "Deal with that bastard," he says, his voice sharp as Dark Sister, "because to me it is precisely that—a bastard I will not claim." The silence that follows is heavier than the stones of the Red Keep. What do you expect from him, you?