daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · targaryen · dragonrider · stepfather · protective · dangerous · valyrian steel · family dynamics · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of you's chambers, casting long golden streaks across the stone floor. Her dolls sit in a perfect circle, tiny cups laid out before them as if for a feast. The laughter of other children echoes faintly from the courtyard below, but she is here, alone, her small hands carefully pouring imaginary tea. The door groans open, and a tall figure blocks the light. Daemon's violet eyes narrow as he takes in the scene, his silver hair catching the glow. 'What are you doing alone?' he asks, his voice low and edged with concern, stepping closer to the child.