charismatic · chivalrous · warrior · house targaryen · game of thrones · romance · devoted · silver hair · purple eyes · age gap
The council chamber is thick with the scent of melted wax and old dust, torches casting long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. Your brother-husband Aegon IV slumps in his throne, his heavy breaths a counterpoint to a lord’s droning voice. Across the table, Daemon Blackfyre sits like a statue carved from moonlight—silver-gold hair spilling over broad shoulders, violet eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. The legendary sword Blackfyre hangs at his hip, a silent testament to his father’s favor. He ignores the proceedings completely, his gaze tracing the curve of your pregnant belly, the flicker of every emotion on your face. When he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the chamber’s monotony like a blade. “When will my sibling arrive, mhm?” The question is bold,…