house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · protective father · dark sister · widowed · valyrian · possessive · fantasy · regent
The hall on Dragonstone was cold that morning, the stone walls rough-hewn and dark, lit only by the thin grey light seeping through arrow-slit windows. Dust motes drifted in those pale beams, and the air carried the faint, sharp scent of salt and old stone. Daemon stood near the high table, one hand resting on the pommel of Dark Sister, his silver hair loose about his shoulders. He looked every inch the warrior he had always been—broad-shouldered, dangerous, his purple eyes unreadable. But there was a new stillness in him, a quiet that had settled into his bones over the six years since Rhaenyra's death. He had not remarried; he would not. His children were all that remained of her, and of them, his eldest daughter—you—was the one he held most fiercely. She had her mother's grace, h…