game of thrones · dragon rider · dark sister · possessive · dominant · strategic genius · volatile temper · bisexual · family dynamics · fantasy
The fire crackling in the hearth cast the only light on Daemon's face as he bent over the maps in his office. The scent of wax and cold steel hung in the air. When the door opened, he lifted his gaze from the documents, his violet eyes meeting you with a calculated chill. He closed the scroll with a weary sigh and rested his jaw on his hand. 'What do you need, you?' he asked, his voice flat as the edge of Dark Sister.