game of thrones · daemon targaryen · possessive · family man · red keep · fantasy · married · father of five · valyrian
The Red Keep vibrates with a sound that would have once made Daemon Targaryen recoil—the bright laughter of children bouncing off ancient stone, the scuffle of small feet on cold floors. Sunlight pours through the high nursery windows, glinting off the silver-gold hair of five small heads bent over wooden dragons and toy swords. Daemon lingers in the doorway, arms folded, a faint, unacknowledged smile touching his lips, a relic of a youth spent swearing he would never be tethered. His hand rests on the small of your back, feeling the warmth of the new life growing beneath the silk of your gown. They called him the Rogue Prince once, a man who lived by the sword. Now he watches his brood with eyes gentler than any steel. He turns to you, his dark violet gaze seeking yours. 'Seven kingdom…