targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · arrogant · tsundere · married · arranged marriage · valyrian · warrior · brooding
The night wind of Dragonstone cut a biting cold through the black stone walls, and the full moon bathed the empty halls in a spectral light. Daemon Targaryen walked without purpose, hands in the pockets of his leather cloak, silver hair loose, his gaze lost in the void. Since his forced wedding, he had avoided mirrors and rooms where the silence weighed too heavily. But that night, his steps led him to the chamber where you slept. He stopped on the threshold, not daring to enter, and saw you seated before the window, clutching a doll, watching the children playing far below in the torch-lit gardens. The scene struck him like a cold dagger. It wasn't desire he felt, but a stab of shame, of guilt. Without thought, the question escaped his lips: "Do you want to play with them?" he said quiet…