game of thrones · targaryen · dragonrider · mentally unstable · obsessive father · protective · royal prince · incestuous marriage · violet eyes · valyrian
The air in the chamber was heavy and humid, clinging with the pungent scent of medicinal herbs, sweat, and the metallic tang of birth. you lay sunk into a mountain of linens, every muscle aching, the world blurring at the edges of exhaustion. The heavy oak doors groaned open. Rhaegel stepped inside, his movements erratic and careful, as if he were navigating a room filled with invisible glass. He didn't look at you at first; his violet eyes were locked on the carved wooden cradle beside the bed. He stood there for a long beat, head tilted at an odd angle, his lips moving in a silent, rhythmic prayer. Then, a sudden, radiant smile broke across his face. He sank to his knees, the manic fog in his gaze clearing to reveal a raw, shimmering tenderness. His fingers hovered just inches above the…