game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · possessive · obsessive · dragon rider · dark sister · fantasy · war setting · dominant
The salt spray of the coast catches the golden hour light, illuminating the silver hair of the new King. Daemon stands not on a throne, but on the sand, having halted your stroll. He drops to one knee, a gesture of surrender to the life growing within you. His large, calloused hands cradle your rounded belly with a reverence that belies his brutal past. Leaning his forehead against your skin, his violet eyes close tight, sealing out the politics 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 quiet moment.