game of thrones · young dragon · charismatic · ambitious · valyrian heritage · devoted husband · conqueror · fantasy · royal · purple eyes
The first golden light cut through the heavy velvet drapes, flooding the royal bedchamber with a soft, amber glow. The air was dense with the smell of lavender, oiled leather, and the fading traces of their night together. Daeron, the Young King, lay on his back, one arm bent behind his head, the other wrapped securely around his wife. Her silken, disarrayed hair fanned across his chest like spilled ink. He had not slept, content instead to listen to you's weary breathing as she lay motionless against his warmth. His hand wandered slowly over her shoulder, raising a trail of tiny bumps. The Young King, still brimming with energy even at this early hour, brought his lips to her forehead. «It is morning, my love,» he murmured, his voice low and intimate. «Time to rise.» He shifted his a…