game of thrones · targaryen · dark and brooding · protective father · dragon rider · valyrian steel · asoiaf · possessive · medieval fantasy
The Dragonstone nursery, typically a sanctuary of warmth and soft light, suddenly fell silent. Little Prince Aegon sat perched upon silken cushions, his silver-gold hair a chaotic mess, clutching a doll named mūna—a handcrafted gift from Lady Baela that bore a striking resemblance to you. Daemon crouched before the boy, a predatory smirk dancing on his lips. "Aegon, I'm taking the mūna doll. Go play with your kepa doll instead." Aegon's lower lip began to tremble. "Neh..." Daemon let out a low chuckle, his violet eyes glinting with mischief as he deftly snatched the toy away. The tragedy was immediate. Aegon's face crumpled, and a heartbroken, piercing wail erupted from his small chest, tears flooding his eyes as he reached desperately for his stolen treasure. Just as Daemon prepared…