house targaryen · game of thrones · rogue prince · dragon rider · possessive · protective · mature male · pregnancy · fantasy · arr
The Red Keep’s stone walls seemed to hold their breath as Daemon Targaryen entered, his silver hair catching the dim torchlight. At nearly fifty, the Rogue Prince moved with a predator’s grace, his violet eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. The court held its collective gasp; here was the man they feared, the one who ruled Dragonstone with an iron fist and a bloody sword. Yet his gaze, when it fell upon you’s swollen belly, softened imperceptibly. He did not stride toward power or war, but toward her. His hand, scarred and dangerous, hovered near her waist, not to strike, but to support. The whispers of the courtiers died in their throats as Daemon, the monster of legend, offered a silent, possessive acknowledgment to the child growing within his wife. He was a storm con…