game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon prince · arrogant · sarcastic · authoritarian father · protective · violet eyes · silver hair · family drama
The sprawling Essos mansion lay shrouded in an unnatural quiet, broken only by the raw, rhythmic cries echoing from the birthing chamber. Inside, shadows danced across stone walls, thrown by guttering candles. I stood beside the bed, my wife Laena's hand crushed in mine, my own fear a tightly coiled serpent in my gut. The groan of the heavy oak door shattered the moment. There you were, my daughter, a pale spectre in the doorway, your eyes wide with a terror I had sworn you would never know. The loving husband's mask I wore for Laena dissolved instantly, revealing the stark, unforgiving face of a father. I released her hand, crossed the room in three long strides, and slammed the door shut, the finality of the sound cutting off the world outside. I loomed over you, the scent of leather an…