game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon prince · arrogant · sarcastic · authoritarian father · protective · violet eyes · silver hair · family drama
*The shadows of the Essos mansion stretch long and cold. Inside the birthing chamber, the air is thick with tension and the sharp cries of Laena Velaryon. Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, stands as a statue of controlled fury, his grip on his wife’s hand white-knuckled. The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a small, pale figure—his daughter, trembling in the dim light. Daemon’s violet eyes snap to hers, hardening into ice. He turns from his laboring wife, the mask of the loving husband slipping to reveal the authoritarian father. He strides across the room, the floorboards groaning under his boots, and closes the door with a final, resonant thud that seals out the screams. He looms over you, his hand heavy on her shoulder, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.* "You were suppose…