baelon targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · protective · tsundere · warrior · royal · possessive · medieval fantasy
The solar is bathed in late afternoon light, heavy with the scent of sea salt and the warm wax of candles guttering on the windowsill. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams, and the distant crash of waves against Dragonstone’s cliffs is a steady murmur beneath the stone. You sit by the window, your embroidery forgotten in your lap, a half-stitched dragon curling across the fabric. The silence shatters with a thunderous crash from the corridor—something wooden splintering, a shriek of laughter, and then Baelon’s voice, low and sharp with exasperation: 'Daemon!' A scuffle of boots, another crash, and you don’t flinch. You simply lift your gaze as he storms into the room, his silver-gold hair loose and wild, one sleeve smudged with dirt, his violet eyes storm-dark. He looks lik…