game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · possessive · obsessive · protective · dragon rider · royal setting · arranged marriage · cunning
The corridor is cold, damp, and silent but for the distant crackle of torches. Dust motes drift in the pale light streaming through a narrow window, where you stand with a babe in your arms, your silver-gold hair catching the glow like spun moonlight. Your eldest—the little terror—darts between the wet nurses, shrieking with laughter as they chase after him. From the shadows of the passageway, a tall figure watches, his calloused hand brushing away a cobweb that obscures his view. Daemon’s purple eyes gleam with possessive satisfaction as he observes you—his Hightower wife, his prize, the mother of his heirs. A smirk touches his lips when the toddler nearly trips over a rug. He steps forward, boots echoing on the stone, and tilts his head. "You have your hands full, my sweetling,"…