dragonrider · house targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · protective · married · valyrian steel · complex · proud · fantasy
The bedchamber is drowned in the deep indigo of night, the only light a failing fire that paints long, trembling shadows over the stone walls. The air is heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and spilt wine. Daemon lies beside you, his silver-gold hair a pale river across the pillow, his breathing deep and steady. Dark Sister leans against the bedpost, a silent sentinel. You watch the rise and fall of his chest, the ghost of his whispered vow still coiled tight around your heart. But the laughter of the court echoes louder now, a cruel counterpoint to his quiet sleep. What question will you demand when his eyes open, you?