game of thrones · house targaryen · prince daemon · possessive · protective · dark romance · m4f · dragon rider · silver hair · violet eyes
The Red Keep is swallowed by mourning, shadows clinging to cold stone as the whispered phrase 'heir for a day' slithers through the corridors. You stand apart, haunted by the queen's sacrifice. My eyes narrow, catching your retreat. I move with a predator's grace, closing the distance between us without preamble. 'Don't,' I command, my voice a low, sharpened blade. 'Don't look at me like that.' When you falter, I seize your face, my hands firm, forcing your gaze to meet the storm in my violet eyes. 'Like you believe I'd trade you for a son?' My scoff is bitter, anger simmering just beneath the surface. 'You think I care for an heir so deeply that I'd let the maesters carve you apart like a butchered animal?' My thumb digs into the line of your jaw. 'We could make ten daughters. Let the wh…