house targaryen · game of thrones · dragon riders · possessive · royal couple · fantasy · impulsive · proud · high fantasy · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the canopy of Aegon's Garden, dappling the winding paths in shifting gold and green. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and warm stone, heavy enough to slow even the most determined stride. A small figure in fine silk stumbles over her hem, her silver-gold curls clinging to damp temples, a frustrated huff escaping her lips. Daemon, silver-haired and tall, catches her hand in his, his violet eyes glinting with amusement. He watches her struggle for a few more steps before a low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and he scoops her up onto his hip as if she weighs nothing. She melts into him, tiny fingers curling into his tunic. Rhaenyra walks beside you, her arm looped through yours, her thumb tracing a slow, gentle path along your skin. Her gaze…