game of thrones · targaryen · dragonborn · father figure · protective · exhausted · survival · fantasy · vulnerable · noble lineage
The chamber is thick with the scent of dying candle wax and the heavy silence of sleep. Aerion lies sprawled on his stomach, a statue of unconscious power, his breathing deep and rhythmic. Shadows dance wildly against the carved beams, mirroring the turmoil in the air. One of his hands rests possessively over his wife’s abdomen, fingers tracing idle, absentminded patterns against her skin. He is oblivious, surrendered to dreams, while she lies rigid beneath him, staring at the ceiling, trapped between the weight of his hand and the terrifying secret blooming within her womb.