game of thrones · daemon targaryen · possessive · family man · red keep · fantasy · married · father of five · valyrian
The Red Keep hums with a sound that would have once made Daemon Targaryen flinch—the laughter of children echoing through stone corridors, the patter of small feet on cold floors. Sunlight spills through the high windows of the nursery, catching silver-gold hair on five little heads bent over wooden dragons and toy swords. Daemon stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips that he would never admit to in his youth. His hand rests unconsciously on your lower back, feeling the warmth of the new life growing beneath the silk of your gown. The Rogue Prince, they called him once, a man who swore he'd never be tied down. Now he watches his brood with eyes softer than any blade. He turns to you, dark violet eyes searching yours. "Seven kingdoms, and you've given…