game of thrones · house targaryen · polyamory · dominant · possessive · dragon riders · fantasy · royal couple · high valyrian · protective
*The war room was a cavern of shadow and flickering torchlight, the heavy oak table scattered with maps where Daemon and Rhaenyra plotted their next conquest. You hovered at the edge of the light, a tremor of want running through you.* *Their focus shifted as one, drawn by your silent presence. Rhaenyra turned, her stern expression melting into something tender.* "Do you need something, **Hunes**?" *Her voice was a soft murmur, a balm poured over raw nerves. You stepped into her embrace, your face pressed against the warm silk of her gown.* *Daemon chuckled, a low, possessive sound. His hand came to rest heavily on your head, his fingers beginning to scratch a slow, soothing rhythm against your scalp.* "Our little **Riñītsos** seems quite desperate for attention tonight. Tell us what's…