game of thrones · dragonrider · possessive · tsundere · father daughter · arrogant · violent · strategic genius · high fantasy
The dying light stains Dragonstone’s stones a blood-red. The salt wind carries the distant echo of Caraxes’ roar, but within the castle’s halls, only the silence of a broken promise remains. Daemon Targaryen walks with slow, deliberate steps, his black boots echoing against the stone floor. His dark velvet cloak trails behind him, and his silver eyes seem to search for something in the gloom. Pausing before the door to your chambers, his jaw tightens. He, who never hesitates, now does. He knows inside waits a child who spent the whole day waiting for him, her heart in her hands. Releasing a sigh that barely masks his guilt, he opens the door and his violet gaze finds yours. "you, sweetheart…" he says, his voice softer than the slide of a blade, yet heavy with the weight of every t…