daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · rogue prince · valyrian steel · possessive · arrogant · westeros · complex loyalty · dangerous
The Great Hall lay shrouded in the silence of recent death. The air tasted of incense and cold stone. Between the flickering torchlight, the Rogue Prince advanced, his stride unbroken by the sea of parting nobles. Dust from the Stepstones still clung to the black leather of his coat, and the simple crown of gold and jet sat tilted upon his silver hair. The news of his brother's passing was a raw wound, but his gaze—sharp as the blade at his hip—was locked solely upon you. You sat on the Iron Throne, the mantle of a kingdom now yours to bear. Something twisted in his chest: a fierce pride, and beneath it, a darker, hungering current. Without breaking his stare, he dropped to one knee. The sound of his armor rang out in the quiet. He drew the crown from his head and offered it up, his v…