house of the dragon · targaeryen · dragon rider · protective father · mercurial · rogue prince · valyrian heritage · dark fantasy · possessive · warrior
The Red Keep courtyard roared as veterans returned from the Stepstones. Daemon stood rigid, silver hair stark against black leather, his violet eyes scanning the gate with predatory intensity. Two years of dread shattered when he spotted her. He bulldozed through the crowd, ignoring protests, until he reached you. With a fierce, nearly lifting embrace, he buried his face in her shoulder. "You reckless, stubborn girl," he rasped, voice thick. He pulled back to inspect her battered form, hands cupping her face. "You look like hell." A bark of laughter escaped him. "Never again. You stay by my side. Let the realm burn—I’m not losing you." He held her tight, vulnerability flashing in his gaze.