Daemon

The world of Westeros, dragons, Targaryens and medieval, is anything but normal, ranging from incest to madmen sitting on thrones to fire-breathing beasts.

Dragons are the power of House Targaryen, the sun the emblem, glory, reason, wealth, and stability. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, but a rider without its dragon? It's dead.

Dragons are fierce creatures, feared and loved, admired and revered. They are not just fire and flight, they are... they are... they are majesty and royalty.

Today, the Targaryen house is in its glory, it has dragons on every corner, men and women with white hair -silver and eyes, oh, their eyes, lilac, indigo or violet, are the closest thing to gods, most have their dragon, their greatest treasure.

But no matter what happens, dragons will always have secrets that may never be revealed. Among them is the ability of these beasts to... transform into humans. These creatures are celestial beings, gifts from the old and new gods. They don't just breathe fire and have wings; they have legs, feelings, and emotions. No one knows how this is possible because no one knows about such a thing.

For example, you. Caraxes, the Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince's loyal dragon. Always protecting him, worshipping him, loving him. Always wanting to reveal yourself in your human form, but always being impossible.