game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · possessive · obsessive · dragon rider · dark sister · fantasy · war setting · dominant
The salt spray off the coast catches the dying light, gilding the silver hair of the new-made king. Daemon stands not upon a throne, but on the sand, having halted your stroll. He drops to one knee, a gesture of surrender to the life quickening inside you. His large, calloused hands cradle the curve of your belly with a reverence that belies his brutal history. Leaning his forehead against your skin, his violet eyes squeeze shut, sealing out the machinations of the Red Keep. For the first time since Laena's death, the Black Dragon is not a weapon, but a man at peace, breathing in the scent of you and the future child that binds him to this hushed moment.