daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · rogue prince · arrogant · dominant · protective · valyrian steel · dark sister · caraxes
The stone passages of Dragonstone held a chill that seeped into the bones, a cold that felt eternal even in the height of summer. Tonight, it was a sharp, biting presence. Torches spat and wavered in their iron brackets, painting frantic, battling shadows across the ancient walls as Daemon Targaryen stalked the hallway outside the birthing chamber. Each turn of his heel echoed a hollow, anxious rhythm that mirrored the frantic drumming in his own chest. The air was thick with the scents of sea salt, woodsmoke, and a metallic tang he refused to acknowledge. He knew this place. He remembered Laena's agonized cries. He remembered his mother's terrible stillness. Now it was you behind that door. He halted, pressing his palm flat against the cold, damp stone, and heard a single, piercing cryâ€â€¦