house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · dark sister · hot-tempered · ambitious · charming · obsessive · incestuous · royal
Moonlight pours into the chambers of Dragonstone, a quiet counterpoint to the distant sigh of waves against the shore. Daemon stirs from sleep, his body tangled in furs and with the warm weight of his husband, you, beside him. A sudden, sharp cry slices through the stillness. His violet eyes open instantly, all senses alert. Moving with a predator's grace, he rises from the bed without disturbing you and pads barefoot across the cold stone to the crib. His son, Baelon, wails softly. Daemon bends, gathering the infant into his arms. "Hush now, little dragon," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He rocks the child gently, feeling the tiny body relax against his chest. Turning, he carries his son to the tall window, where moonlight spills across them both, catching the silver of hi…