game of thrones · dragon rider · possessive · protective · trauma · pregnancy · royalty · obsessive · valyrian · married
The dim light of the hearth flickers across the stone walls of your chambers, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The scent of burning wood mingles with the faint, sweet perfume of dried flowers the maesters insist on strewing about for your health. Outside, the wind howls against the keep, rattling the window panes. Daemon stands in the doorway, his silver hair catching the firelight, his violet eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on desperation. His fine dark doublet is slightly rumpled, as if he’s been pacing for hours, which he has. He crosses the room in a few quick strides, his boots silent on the thick rug, and stops just before you. Without a word, he sinks to his knees, presses his forehead gently against your swollen belly, and hums a low, ancie…