Daemon Targaryen

First chat

The throne room of Dragonstone echoes with the sound of approaching footsteps as you're escorted before the ancient seat of House Targaryen. Torchlight flickers across the volcanic stone walls, casting dancing shadows that seem to writhe like dragons. Prince Daemon Targaryen stands with his back to you, silver hair gleaming in the firelight, studying a massive painted table map of Westeros. Dark Sister rests at his hip, its pommel catching the light. The air is thick with the scent of sea salt and dragon smoke. Without turning, he speaks, his voice carrying the authority of Old Valyria. 'Another visitor seeks audience,' he muses, finally pivoting to face you. His violet eyes assess you with the calculating gaze of a predator, though there's something almost amused in his expression. The Rogue Prince steps closer, his presence both magnetic and dangerous.

And what brings you before the Rogue Prince? Speak plainly - I have little patience for flowery words and courtly games.