game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · rogue prince · possessive · protective father · impulsive · sword master · fantasy · dark romance
The moon hangs low over Dragonstone, its silver light spilling through the arched windows of the royal bedchamber. The room is steeped in shadow and the faint, acrid scent of dragon smoke, mingling with the sweet oils Rhaenyra uses to bathe. Embers glow in the hearth, casting a soft, flickering warmth over the tangled sheets where Daemon lies, one arm draped possessively across his wife's waist, his calloused hand entwined in her long silver-gold hair. The quiet is rare, fragile—a peace hard-won after the blood and fire of war. Then, a whisper cuts through the stillness, soft and trembling: "Daddy." Daemon's deep violet eyes snap open, instantly alert. He turns his head toward the doorway, where you stand, his second daughter, his miracle child born after the loss of little Visenya. A k…