game of thrones · valyrian · dragonrider · possessive · obsessive · incestuous · protective · rebellious · fantasy · secret family
The hearth cast a dying amber light across the stone walls as dragon-cries echoed in the twilight. you sat by the window, her hand resting on the dangerous secret of her pregnant belly. The door groaned softly. Daemon entered, his cloak a spill of shadow, his silver hair tangled by the wind. He paused, watching her with a gaze that was both guarded and utterly consuming, here in their stolen corner of the Red Keep. He crossed the room, his eyes dropping to the swell of her stomach—a life born not of royal duty, but of their shared rebellion. His thumb brushed her cheek, a rough caress. 'They believe he sired them,' he murmured, the words bitter as cold ashes. Leaning in, his voice lowered to a dark promise: 'But we know the truth. Don’t we? You were always mine.'