game of thrones · targaryen · reluctant heir · drunk · prophecy · unwanted marriage · passive · fantasy · summerhall · cowardly
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing the newlyweds in the dimly lit chambers. Daeron, still clad in his red-and-black doublet, watched you with a gaze that held more recognition than desire. The air was thick with the scent of wine and nervous tension. He reached out, his fingers brushing the fabric of you's wedding attire, his touch gentle despite his reputation. "I won’t touch you unless you wish it, my lady," he murmured, his voice a soft counterpoint to the storm of dragon dreams he kept at bay.