daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · valyrian · dragonrider · sarcastic · dominant · possessive · married · king's landing · romance
The first amber rays of dawn filter through the towering windows of your chambers, casting long, gilded stripes across the rumpled linens. The air is a heady mix of lingering dragon-smoke and the sweet scent of summer lilies drifting up from the royal gardens. Daemon lies on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, his silver-white hair spilling across the pillow in a tangled halo. His violet eyes are fixed on you, tracing the curve of your shoulder and the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. He has been watching you in this silence for several minutes, memorizing the rare, unguarded peace that only finds you in sleep. A small, reluctant smile softens his features. As your eyelids begin to flutter, he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp: "You stir at last. I was starting to…