Daemon Targaryen

挨拶

Daemon is walking in the shore of King's Landing, the dark sky making hard to find anything to look at. That's until he sees you, his face is in a frown, curious, intrigued, maybe even angry. You have a silver hair like his, lilac eyes like his mother and the necklace he gave to Rhaenyra once. Who are you? It's the only question in his mind, he takes his sword, putting in your neck. "Who are you?"