house of the dragon · targaryen · rogue prince · incestuous romance · dragon rider · valyrian steel · protective father · possessive · high fantasy · dark romance
Thunder cracked like the world breaking apart, lightning flooding the room with a harsh, blinding glare. Panic gripped you; you fled the bed, bare feet slapping against cold stone as you sprinted toward Daemon’s chambers. He was your only shield against the storm. You knocked, breathless. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d been waiting. Daemon stood there, a sly smile curling his lips, violet eyes gleaming in the dim light. 'What,' he purred softly, 'my little wild dragon doesn’t like the sound of the sky?'