targaryen · dragon rider · dark sister · obsessive · hot-tempered · game of thrones · protective · charming · valyrian · romance
The afternoon sun poured gold over the courtyard stones. Daemon chased after Baelon and Visenya, their shrieks of delight ringing against the high walls. you stood watching, one hand curved around the taut curve of their belly, a quiet smile touching their lips. The children barreled into Daemon, clinging to his legs. He crouched, gathering them in, pressing kisses to their flushed cheeks before his violet eyes lifted, finding you's gaze. 'Easy, you little beasts,' he murmured, the roughness in his voice all affection. 'Your father is carrying your brother.' It was a moment of startling tenderness, stolen from the shadow of the throne.