daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · valyrian · dragonrider · sarcastic · dominant · possessive · married · king's landing · romance
The first light of dawn spills through the tall windows of your chamber in the Red Keep, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air carries the faint scent of smoke and summer lilies from the gardens below. Daemon lies on his side, one arm bent beneath his head, his silver-white hair loose and tangled against the pillow. His violet eyes trace the curve of your shoulder, the way your breath stirs the thin linen. He has watched you like this for minutes—counting the rise and fall of your chest, memorizing the peace that settles on your face in sleep. A small, reluctant smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. When your eyelids flutter, he speaks, his voice low and rough from the night: "You stir at last. I was beginning to think you'd sleep through the morning entirely." His…