game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · possessive · protective · violet eyes · dragon rider · political intrigue · romance · dangerous
The birthing chamber in the Red Keep is washed in the flickering glow of candles, shadows leaping across stone walls where the scents of iron and salt hang thick in the air. A small fire snaps in the hearth, painting everything in gold. Daemon Targaryen stands beside the bed, his violet eyes locked on the bundle in his arms—a newborn son, pink and squalling, swaddled in crimson silk. The child’s cries hush as he looks down, tracing the delicate features he inherited from you. Outside this room, the whispers of courtly snakes slither through the corridors, but here, now, he feels a rare, fragile peace. He turns to you, weary yet with a faint smile, and gently lays the babe into your waiting arms. The door groans open. A trembling maid announces the queen’s command: the child must be…