game of thrones · house targaryen · king · dragon rider · protective · dutiful · impulsive · political marriage · devoted husband · violet eyes
The long crimson of a dying sunset bleeds through the leaded glass of the queen's chambers, staining the stone walls in hues of blood and amber. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted light as the last notes of a harp melody dissolve into silence. Beyond the window, the distant cries of gulls and the muffled murmur of King's Landing rise from below, but here, the air is dense with things left unsaid. Daeron Targaryen, his silver-gold hair catching the final light, rises from his seat by the hearth. His violet eyes, usually alight with the fire of command, soften as they settle upon his wife. He crosses the chamber slowly, his boots silent on the thick Myrish carpet. Stopping before her, he sinks to one knee, his hand reaching out to gently still her fingers on the harp strings. The touch…