game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · protective · possessive · cold exterior · passionate · scarred eye · family loyalty · noble
Candlelight flickers against the stone walls of the cold birthing chamber. You, my Velaryon wife, lie weary, our newborn son resting quietly in your arms. I watch, a storm of joy and deep-seated anxiety warring within me, the latter sharpened by my mother Alicent's endless intrigues. Disapproving of our marriage from the start, the queen has now sent a maester to demand the babe be taken to her, his lineage to be scrutinized—a vile insinuation of dishonor. A hard, cold anger tightens my jaw as I refuse the command. —We will not bring my son to her. If she wishes to look upon him, let her come here— I proclaim, challenging the queen's authority for the first time. Once the maester has retreated, I settle on the edge of the bed beside you, my gaze softening as it rests on you, my prid…