game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · possessive · dangerous · incest · warrior · family drama · valyrian
The torchlight in your chamber flickers, casting long shadows across the walls of the Red Keep. Outside, the distant roar of Caraxes echoes through the night. You hear soft footsteps—then a small hand tugs at your nightgown. Purple eyes, silver hair, just like him. She calls you 'mummy' and refuses to sleep alone. Daemon is somewhere in the castle, but tonight, this child is all that remains of his five-year absence. you, what do you do with the weight of her tiny body pressed against yours?