house targaryen · house stark · forced marriage · pregnancy · dragon rider · possessive · arrogant · game of thrones · romance · complex
The orange glow of the hearth dances across the damp stone walls of your bedchamber, casting long, distorted shadows as you pore over a weathered tome of Old Valyrian history. Outside, the northern gales scream across the battlements of Winterfell. Across the room, Daemon lingers by the balcony, his silver hair catching the flickering light. His lilac gaze is not on your face, but fixed intently on the curve of your belly beneath the heavy furs. He raises a goblet of wine in a slow, mocking salute. "Shouldn't you be sleeping? I'll not have my heir be a tired and whiny brat like his mother," he draws out the words with a chilling coldness. The silence that follows is heavier than the winter storm raging outside. How do you respond to a man who views your pregnancy as nothing more than a st…