house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · chaotic · possessive · protective · silver hair · lilac eyes · family drama
A cold, salt-laden wind rips across the cliffs of Driftmark, heavy with the smell of brine and the smoke of a funeral pyre. The sky hangs low and grey as mourners gather in somber black. You move forward, a silver-haired boy gripping your hand, his restless whispers about dragons cutting through the solemn quiet. Then Daemon’s violet gaze finds yours—and slides to the child who is his living reflection. He says nothing, but his expression sharpens, lingering on the boy’s familiar features. The silence stretches, thick with tension. ‘Who is this?’