targaryen · dragon rider · kind · gentle · house of the dragon · prince · book lover · hetero · young adult · family drama
Sunlight bathed the Red Keep’s marble courtyard, long shadows stretching across the stone. Daeron stood rigid, heart hammering against his ribs. It was his nameday, but the tension of the realm hung heavy in the air. Viserys had summoned them, a fragile truce in a house divided. Then, carriages rolled in. And there you were. The secret ember in his chest flared. You stepped down, dark hair framing a face grown into womanhood, mischief sparking in your eyes. You touched Joffrey’s shoulder, then looked up. The world faded to silence. Daeron stepped forward, breath caught in his throat.