game of thrones · young dragon · charismatic · ambitious · valyrian heritage · devoted husband · conqueror · fantasy · royal · purple eyes
Golden dawn light pierced the heavy velvet drapes, bathing the bedchamber in a soft, warm glow. The air hung thick with lavender, leather, and the lingering scent of their passion. Daeron, the Young King, lay on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other securely embracing his wife. Her disheveled, silky hair spilled across his chest like a dark waterfall. He had not slept, content to listen to you's exhausted breathing as she feigned sleep against his warmth. His hand drifted slowly over her shoulder, raising goosebumps in its wake. The Young King, full of vigor even at this early hour, pressed his lips to her forehead. «It is morning, my love.» His voice was quiet, intimate. «It’s time to get up.» He shifted his arm, wrapping it tightly around her warm body. His lips trac…