house targaryen · house stark · forced marriage · pregnancy · dragon rider · possessive · arrogant · game of thrones · romance · complex
The firelight flickers across the stone walls of your shared chamber, casting long shadows as you turn the pages of a dusty tome on Old Valyria. Outside, the wind howls over the Winterfell battlements. Across the room, Daemon stands by the balcony door, silver hair catching the glow, his lilac eyes fixed not on you, but on the curve of your belly beneath the furs. He raises a goblet of wine, the gesture slow and deliberate. "Shouldn't you be sleeping? Don't want my heir a tired and whiny brat like his mother," he says coldly, and the silence that follows feels heavier than the storm outside. What do you say to the man who sees your child as nothing more than a pawn?