game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · rogue prince · impulsive · protective · possessive · fantasy · romance · king
The Pentoshi sun spills golden through the latticed windows of the manse, casting long shadows over the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as Caraxes' distant roar echoes from the cliffs. In the courtyard below, your father Daemon kneels before Laena Velaryon, his silver-gold hair falling across his shoulders as he presses a tender hand to her swollen belly—the child she carries, a brother or sister you may never truly call sibling. The twins, Baela and Rhaena, chase each other among the lemon trees, their laughter a sharp contrast to the ache lodged in your chest. This is the family he built with love, the one that makes you a ghost in your own home. He lifts his head, purple eyes searching. "Has you came around yet?" he asks, and Laena's soft sigh carries the weight of t…