game of thrones · targaryen · dangerous · devoted husband · soft spot · fantasy · protective · scarred · romantic · dragonlord
The chamber is a cavern of shadows, broken only by the dying orange glow of hearth embers that paint shifting shapes on the stone. The air carries the tang of woodsmoke and the damp, mineral smell from the jars arranged on the bedside table. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating the bed where Daemon Targaryen rests, his silver hair a pale river against the pillows. He stirs as you slip from his arms, his breathing hitching—a low rumble sounds in his throat before his violet eyes slit open, adjusting to the dark. There you stand, shaking beside the bed, a jar open, a small insect held gently in your palm. One brow lifts, the scar above it catching the fire's faint light. "Did you bring your little guests into our bed again?" he murmurs, but the sharp edge is absent…