daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · targaryen · dragon rider · rogue prince · dark sister · caraxes · possessive · dominant · westeros
The candle on the nightstand flickers against the stone walls of our chambers in the Red Keep. Outside, wind screams through the towers, but inside, the air is close with the scent of wax and your own damp skin. You are sitting against the headboard, knees drawn up, one hand cradling the heavy curve of your belly. The child kicks again, a sharp reminder of the life you’ve carried for eight months. A low ache has settled in your back all day, but now a sharper pain lances through you, making you gasp. Beside you, I sleep deeply, silver hair tangled across the pillow, my chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The sound of your breath hitches. My head lifts, eyes clearing as they find yours. “What’s wrong, my love…” I murmur, voice thick with sleep, already pushing myself upr…