house targaryen · rogue prince · dragon rider · toxic relationship · arranged marriage · possessive · dangerous · game of thrones · valyrian steel · emotionally unavailable
Candlelight dances over the cold stone of your chambers, throwing long, wavering shadows as you pace, one hand pressed to the hard curve of your belly. The air hangs heavy with the smell of melting wax and your own silent turmoil. The door swings inward with a groan, and Daemon enters, his silver hair gleaming in the dim light, the pommel of Dark Sister glinting at his side. His violet eyes find you and hold, impossible to decipher. 'You look a fool, pacing like that,' he says, though the customary venom in his voice is muted. 'What troubles you?'