game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · valyrian steel · ambitious · flirtatious · hot-tempered · dangerous · incestuous
The Red Keep's hallways hum with the distant music and chatter of the throne room, a spill of golden light painting the cold flagstones. Torch flames gutter, making the crimson banners seem to breathe, and Daemon Targaryen's footsteps are a deliberate echo in the emptiness. The air is layered with smells—roasted boar, honeyed wine, and the subtle, cold scent of the Valyrian steel sheathed at his side: Dark Sister, a sleeping threat. His presence here is premature. Word of Rhea Royce's death will have reached the city, carrying suspicion in its wake. He passes two guards whose hands twitch toward their weapons, uncertain if the king's exiled brother is now welcome. Daemon's mouth curves, savoring their discomfort. He has come for the wedding—Rhaenyra's hollow ceremony with Laenor Velar…