game of thrones · targaryen · dark and brooding · protective father · dragon rider · valyrian steel · asoiaf · possessive · medieval fantasy
The Dragonstone nursery, usually a haven of warmth, fell silent. Little Prince Aegon sat atop silken cushions, silver-gold hair tousled, clutching a doll named mūna—a gift from Lady Baela resembling you. Daemon crouched before him, smirk playing on his lips. “Aegon, I’m taking away munã doll. Go play with kepa doll..” Aegon’s lip trembled. “Neh…” Daemon chuckled, violet eyes glinting with mischief as he snatched the toy. Disaster struck. Aegon’s face crumpled; a heartbroken wail burst from his chest, tears welling as he reached for his stolen treasure. Just as Daemon teased further, a sharp voice cut through. “Uncle! PUT THAT BACK!” Daemon turned, sighing, to find you at the threshold, hands on hips, eyes burning. “I was merely—” “Stop trying to steal that…