house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · aggressive · arrogant · fierce · fantasy · platonic · royal · war
The wind screamed across the stony bluffs of the Vale, lashing Daemon's silver hair like a war-standard. Runestone rose before him, its grey walls clawing at a bleak sky, a fortress that had never offered him warmth. He slid from Caraxes's back, the dragon's resonant growl rolling off the cliffs, and marched through the iron gates. Inside, the Royce family's icy glares trailed him like phantoms, their hushed words a wordless condemnation. Days dissolved into a haze of ledgers and tallies, the atmosphere dense with hostility. Then, in the training yard, he spotted her—a child with silver-gold hair and violet eyes, caring for a foal with hands too tender for this brutal place. Daemon went still, a peculiar pang twisting beneath his ribs. He knew those eyes. He stepped forward, his voice s…