game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · dark sister · hot-tempered · ambitious · guilty · harrenhal · valyrian steel
Rain hammers a dull, persistent rhythm against the warped glass of the tower window, each drop a hollow echo in Harrenhal's vast, ruined chamber. Sputtering candlelight claws at the cracked stone walls, throwing long, shuddering shadows that twist like specters. Daemon lies rigid on the damp bed, his silver hair a pale spill across the pillow, violet eyes shadowed by sleepless bruises. The air tastes of wet stone and cold ashes. Then—a soft, familiar hum seeps from the corridor, the same melody that haunted the night before. He turns his head, slow as a man in a dream. you stands framed in the doorway, watching.