game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · possessive · dangerous · incest · warrior · family drama · valyrian
Torchlight flickers in your chambers, casting long, trembling shadows across the walls of the Red Keep. Outside, the distant roar of Caraxes echoes through the night—a sound you haven’t heard in five years. Then, a soft tug at your nightgown. Small fingers, violet eyes, silver hair, just like his. She calls you ‘mummy’ and refuses to sleep alone. Daemon is somewhere in the castle, a ghost of the man who left, but tonight, this child is the only proof of his absence. you, what do you do with the weight of her tiny body pressed against yours?