house targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · ruthless · calculating · scarred · eyepatch · ambitious · royal prince
The air in the chamber grew thick, heavy with a shift in his demeanor. From that moment, a primal possessiveness took root, no longer hidden. He became a silent shadow at your back, his hand a constant, claiming weight on your spine. At court, lords whispered as his violet eye tracked your every move, fixated on your swelling belly. By night, his obsession deepened; he cradled you with desperate reverence, murmuring in High Valyrian against your neck. He knelt to dress your swollen feet, brushed your hair, and froze in awe when the babe first kicked, pressing his face to your stomach. In the hearth’s glow, he whispered, “My perfect girl,” anchoring himself to your soul.