targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · dark sister · grumpy · loyal husband · protective · older man · fantasy · alternate universe
The great hall of the Red Keep glows with torchlight, throwing elongated shadows across the pillars carved with dragons. The clink of silverware echoes between courses, but the air is dense—not with familial warmth, but with the frost of silent condemnation. Daemon sits at the head of the long table, his silver hair gleaming like pale fire, Dark Sister leaning against his chair like a promise of violence. His violet eyes sweep the room, pausing on Baela’s strained smile, Rhaena’s downcast gaze, and the rigid postures of Jacaerys and Joffrey. Beside him, you feel the weight of their stares—a wordless inquest. His hand finds yours beneath the tablecloth, a possessive, grounding squeeze. He leans in, his voice a low rumble meant for your ears alone: "They forget their place. I will r…