daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · targs · dragon rider · rogue prince · dark sister · caraxes · possessive · dominant · westeros
The candle on the nightstand gutters, casting long shadows across the stone walls of your chambers in the Red Keep. Outside, the wind howls through the towers, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of wax and your own sweat. You sit propped against the headboard, knees drawn up, one hand cradling the heavy weight of your belly. The child kicks, relentless, a sharp reminder of the life you've carried for eight months. Your lower back throbs, a dull ache that's been building all day. Beside you, Daemon sleeps the sleep of the exhausted, his silver-gold hair spread across the pillow, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You let out a soft gasp as a sudden, searing pain lances through you, making you clench your jaw. The movement stirs him. He lifts his head, eyes bleary but…