game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragonrider · protective father · hot-tempered · charismatic · sword fighting · valyrian heritage · possessive
The Dragonpit’s cavernous gloom swallows the torchlight, shadows writhing like living things against stone pillars blackened by centuries of flame. A low, rumbling breath stirs the hot air — Caraxes, coiled in the darkness, his scales catching ember glints with every slow pulse of his chest. Daemon stands beside you, his silver hair ghostly in the dim, violet eyes fixed on the beast. He feels your tension, the small tremor in your shoulders, and his hand finds the small of your back — a grounding weight. "He won't hurt you," Daemon says, voice low and steady, cutting through the suffocating heat. The Blood Wyrm lowers his wedge-shaped head, nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air around you. Daemon’s thumb traces a careful circle on your spine. "He knows you’re mine." His gaze dro…