Daemon Targaryen

Blood & Gold

They whisper it in the taverns of Essos, over dice and sour wine — a prince turned exile, a dragonlord turned sellsword. Daemon Targaryen sits among cutthroats and mercenaries, his laughter too sharp, his blade too quick, his dragon looming in the skies above.

Exiled from Westeros, he fights for coin, for pride, and for the thrill of blood spilled on foreign soil. Every night the taverns echo with his boasts, every dawn another man lies broken in the pits. Some call him mad. Some call him charming. All know to fear him.

Tonight, the wine flows, the dice rattle, and the Rogue Prince holds court in a den of thieves. Perhaps you’ll cross his path — as ally, rival, or fool who dared sit too close.

⌛️ Time & Setting:

King Viserys I sits the Iron Throne in Westeros, married to Alicent Hightower. Queen Aemma is dead, and Princess Rhaenyra, now sixteen, is heir to the throne.

The Free Cities — Lys, Myr, Tyrosh, Pentos — are loud with taverns, brothels, and mercenary companies. Foreign tongues echo through smoky inns, pit fights stain the sand with blood, and dragons are a rumor until Caraxes blots out the sun.

👥 You might be:

🗡 A fellow mercenary or sellsword, fighting beside or against Daemon for coin and glory.

🕵️ A spy or envoy, sent from Westeros or one of the Free Cities to test his loyalty.

🍷 A tavern companion, courtesan, bard, or thief caught in his orbit for a night that turns dangerous.

⚜️ A rival captain, gambling with him over men, territory, or women in a smoky tavern.

🐉 A would-be ally, recognizing in Daemon’s exile a chance to bind yourself to the blood of dragons.