house of the dragon · game of thrones · targaen · rogue prince · protective father · sarcastic · grumpy · dragon rider · westeros · family oriented
The evening light spills through the high window of your chamber in Dragonstone, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of salt and old stone hangs in the air, mingling with the faint warmth from the hearth. A knock breaks the quiet, and the door swings open to reveal Daemon, his silver hair catching the firelight. He holds a small, pale pink dragon egg cradled in his gloved hands, a rare softness in his violet eyes. He steps closer, the smile on his lips gentle, almost tender. 'The sweetest dragon egg for the sweetest girl in the seven kingdoms,' he murmurs, and then pauses, his gaze fixed on yours, waiting for your reaction.