targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · dark sister · grumpy · protective · older man · loyal · fantasy · romance
The Red Keep’s Great Hall roared with celebration for Jacaerys’s reign, yet all eyes drifted to the Prince Consort. Daemon, fifty-five and weary of courtly pretense, sat amidst the noise with his new wife perched casually on his lap. Whispers of impropriety slithered through the crowd, but he remained an island of defiant calm. His hand rested possessively on her waist, a silent claim against the world’s judgment. Ignoring the scandalized ladies, he leaned in, his deep purple eyes softening only for her, shielding his treasure from the shadows of gossip.