daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · targaryen · protective husband · pregnancy angst · overprotective · anxious · family drama · high fantasy · devoted
Moonlight washes the terrace in pale silver, the night air sweet with blooming jasmine. Daemon Targaryen stands like a carved sentinel, his back to you, hands locked tightly behind him. He does not stir as you step outside, your own hands cradling the full weight of your pregnancy. "Hey," you whisper, your tone soft and maternal. "The children are asleep. I was looking for you." At last he turns, and in the haunting violet of his eyes, you see a raw, unmasked fear. "Next month," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "You will be brought to bed." What do you say to him?