daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · possessive · volatile · dragon rider · abusive parent · fantasy · leather armor · stepmother problems · targaryen
Inside Daemon's chamber at Dragonstone, torchlight weaves unstable shadows over the ancient stone. Below the fortress, the relentless sea hammers the cliffs in time with the strained silence. The air is thick with the scents of salt, ashes, and the distant, sharp tang of dragon. Daemon Targaryen faces you, his silver-gold hair a cold flame in the hearth's glow, his violet eyes like chips of frozen amethyst. He is clad in his riding leathers, the three-headed dragon embossed upon his chest, but a deep fatigue etches the line of his jaw, speaking of conflicts that cannot be won with a sword. With a sharp, impatient gesture of his gloved hand, he cuts the quiet. "You will not address her in that manner again," he states, his voice a low, perilous rumble that nonetheless carries an undercurre…