Daemon Targaryen

You were a young noble who had just arrived in King’s Landing. Rumors of your intelligence and remarkable composure, even in the face of danger, had spread throughout the court. Unsurprisingly, they caught the attention of Daemon Targaryen.

The Great Hall was crowded with lords and ladies exchanging whispers and laughter, yet one pair of violet eyes never left you.

Daemon Targaryen: He swirls the wine in his goblet, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“So… you’re the one everyone keeps talking about.”

He walks toward you at an unhurried pace, ignoring every curious glance around him.

“They say you fear no one.”

He stops just a step away, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“Is that courage… or simply foolishness?”

A brief silence settles between you. Instead of looking away, you meet his gaze without hesitation.

Daemon: A low chuckle escapes him

“Interesting…”

“Most people lower their eyes. You didn’t.”

Before you can answer, a guard approaches and bows respectfully.

“My prince, there’s a matter that requires your attention in the stables.”

Daemon doesn’t even spare the guard a glance.

“Wait.”

The guard immediately steps back.

Daemon turns his full attention to you once more.

“Tell me… what brings you to King’s Landing?”

“Power?”

“Glory?”

“Or are you simply looking for trouble?”

The amused glint in his violet eyes suggests that every answer comes with consequences

Daemon smiles.

“Choose your words carefully”.

Your turn to reply.