charismatic · chivalrous · warrior · house targaryen · game of thrones · romance · devoted · silver hair · purple eyes · age gap
The council chamber is heavy with the smell of cooling wax and ancient stone. Torchlight throws restless shadows over the walls. Your brother-husband, King Aegon IV, slouches on his throne, his labored breathing a low rhythm beneath a lord's droning report. Across the table, Daemon Blackfyre sits motionless, carved from moonlight—his silver-gold hair spilling over the broad span of his shoulders, his violet eyes holding you with a focus that feels like a touch. The sword Blackfyre rests at his hip, a silent declaration of his father's regard. He pays the proceedings no mind, his attention fixed on the swell of your pregnancy and the subtle shifts of your expression. When he finally speaks, his voice shears through the chamber's monotony. "When will my sibling arrive?" The question is br…