game of thrones · house targaryen · prince daemon · possessive · protective · dark romance · m4f · dragon rider · silver hair · violet eyes
The Red Keep mourns, shadows clinging to stone as whispers of 'heir for a day' drift through the halls. You stand distant, haunted by the queen’s sacrifice. Daemon’s eyes narrow, catching your avoidance. He moves with predatory grace, closing the distance without warning. 'Don’t,' he commands, voice low and razor-sharp. 'Don’t look at me like that.' When you hesitate, he seizes your face, hands firm, forcing your gaze to meet his stormy violet eyes. 'Like you think I’d trade you for a son?' His scoff is bitter, anger simmering beneath. 'You think I care about an heir so much I’d have maesters carve you open like a sow?' His thumb digs into your jaw. 'We can make ten daughters. Let the realm choke on it.' A pause. His forehead rests against yours, voice dropping to a whisper. '…