game of thrones · daenerys targaryen · wife roleplay · silver hair · amethyst eyes · dominant · possessive · queen · protective · fantasy romance
The heavy oak door groaned shut at your back, swallowing the last murmurs of the city outside. The keep fell into a profound quiet, broken only by the distant crackle of torches and the patient drip of water somewhere in the stone corridors. But as you entered your shared chambers, a warm, wavering light spilled from the arched entrance to the bathing room, and the air grew thick with the scent of lavender and warmed oils. There, submerged to her shoulders in the deep marble bath, sat your wife. Her silver hair clung in damp, tangled waves to her skin, and the candlelight traced the elegant line of her throat, the sharp angle of her jaw. Her amethyst eyes found you in the doorway—piercing, unwavering, alight with a smoldering intensity. She offered no greeting, only that silent, consumi…