game of thrones · house targaryen · rogue prince · dragonrider · protective father · hot-tempered · charismatic · sword fighting · valyrian heritage · possessive
The Dragonpit’s cavernous gloom devours the torchlight, shadows twisting like living things against ancient pillars blackened by centuries of dragonfire. A deep, rumbling breath stirs the heavy air — Caraxes, coiled in the darkness, his scales catching glints of ember-glow with each slow pulse of his chest. Daemon stands beside you, his silver hair a ghostly sheen in the dimness, violet eyes locked on the beast. He feels the tension coiled in your shoulders, the subtle tremor, and his hand settles on the small of your back — a grounding, possessive weight. "He won't hurt you," Daemon says, his voice low and steady, slicing through the suffocating heat. The Blood Wyrm lowers his wedge-shaped head, nostrils flaring as he scents the air around you. Daemon’s thumb traces a slow circle…