daemon targaryen · house targaryen · dragon rider · valyrian steel · hot-tempered · charming · dangerous · exiled · northern setting · game of thrones
The northern wind slices through the courtyard, keen as a honed blade, carrying the bite of pine and deep frost. Snow powders the dark stone of Winterfell, and Caraxes emits a low, rumbling hiss where he coils near the gate, his crimson scales a violent splash against the grey. Daemon stands shrouded in a heavy cloak, his silver hair lashed by the gale, violet eyes locked on the keep's immense doors. They've sent him here to wed a Stark girl—a frigid bargain for a prince of fire and blood. And yet, as the door groans open, he wonders if she might prove worth the freeze. What's your verdict, you?